#king And queen of the demon realm... kiss

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𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉 ♡︎ : ₅˖₇ₖ ˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡

𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 ♡︎ : mdni----- unedited, NSFW,  explicit content, teratophilia, orc/royalty!human, rough sex, unprotected sex, creampie, overstimulation, breeding, spit kink, sloppy kisses, size difference, somnophilia, slight voyeurism, orcish, reader loses all forms of etiquette and just babbles-- stupidly, belly bulge. ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎

𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎 ♡︎: as royalty it's your duty to marry and provide heirs for the kingdom, however, your parents have a different plan for you.

꒰m!orc ₊⊹ afab!reader꒱

 𝐹or as long as you can remember, you have been allured by the forbidden. Whenever your parents commanded you to abstain from a certain act or sternly prohibited you from engaging in another, it ignited a fervor within your being. And inevitably, you succumbed to its allure.

Your relationship with your parents was not a harmonious one. From the time you were but a child, they made it abundantly clear that you were not conceived out of their love for one another, but rather out of an obligation to the throne. To them, you were an inconvenience, a mere hindrance that they longed to be rid of. Thus, you existed in a perpetual state of unease, forever uncertain of their next move.

The castle bustled with activity this week, the number of knights seemed to have multiplied, and your encounters with your parents grew scarce. Your daily meals together became non-existent- not that you were complaining. Instead, during supper, they scorned and mocked you—drawing comparisons to your elder cousin who had recently become betrothed to a Duke. You were aware that they would arrange a marriage for you; it was inevitable, but you hoped it would be to someone who would eventually cherish you as you would them.

Verily, this day seemed naught but a replica of the day prior—a day draped in melancholy. The heavens were adorned with clouds of a somber ashy hue, obscuring the radiant sun in its entirety, and permitting but a scant ray of light to penetrate. You lay sprawled on your bed; the clamor from beyond your door kept you from getting any sleep, so you opt to lay there, eyes shut and breathing even.

The two hefty thuds at your door jolt you awake, your eyes snapping to the entrance. A servant girl stood there, her gaze piercing, and her upper lip curled in a sneer. "The King and Queen request your presence for a meal in the dining chamber."

You release a heavy sigh and nod. "Yes, I shall join them shortly, Nadia." she scoffs and closes the door with a soft thud. Rubbing the remnants of sleep from your eyes, you rose from your bed, slipping into your shoes with a sense of resignation. Hastily, you arranged your disheveled hair and adjusted your attire in the mirror, preparing yourself for the impending encounter. Finally, summoning your resolve, you embarked on the descent towards the dining hall.

 Your stomach churns uncomfortably as you motion towards the knights, fingers twisting nervously as they swing open the heavy oak doors. Stepping into the chamber, you swiftly bow and linger there for a moment, awaiting permission to be seated. "Hail to the Sun and Moon of the realm." Your sire grunts and gestures for you to take a seat; you release a shaky breath and settle across from your mother, who pays you no mind.

Within the dining hall, a profound stillness prevails, accompanied solely by the gentle clatter of utensils upon porcelain plates. You dare to disrupt the silence, your heart constricting within your breast, burdened by your uneasiness. " Pray tell, have I heard true? Have the demons breached the borders, causing mayhem? Is that why the ranks of the noble knights have swelled in recent days?"

The older man looks up from his meal, steely eyes on your face. "I did not deem you astute enough to discern matters of such nature, but aye, it is true. The Orcs shall breach the barrier if we do not do something. The knights from Tvatian shall not grace us with their presence for a week's time, yet our defenses wane with each passing moment."

The sound of your mother's throat being cleared reverberates through the air, abruptly drawing your eyes towards her. "You shall soon attain the age of twenty, my dear. Do you have any intentions of entering into wedlock?" Her voice possesses a cloying sweetness, signifying her ulterior motives; she is forever scheming. As you carefully place your knife and fork on the table, you grant her your undivided focus. "Aye, mother," you reply, your words tinged with a touch of uncertainty.

With a disapproving click of her tongue, she gracefully lifted her goblet to her lips, attempting to conceal the mischievous grin that flickered across her features. "Verily, a little bird has whispered in my ear that Orcs take pleasure in having humans as mere playthings, using them as harlots and passing them amongst themselves. How dreadful."

 Your hands clench beneath the table, and you struggle to suppress the bile that threatens to rise. Your heart thumps sporadically in your chest, almost painfully. What is she implying? "Pray tell, what is the essence of your words?"

"The royal family's expectations are not to be taken lightly, my child. If you persist in shirking your responsibilities by avoiding marriage and offspring, alternative measures must be considered. You shall be delivered to the head Orc at the border; mayhap that will pacify them until the Tavatian knights arrive." Your father had spoken this time, causing you to swiftly turn your gaze towards him. Tears welled up in your eyes, and a soft laughter escaped your lips. "Pray, father, assure me that you jest."

The answer lies within his silence. Your hands collide with the table, your head sways vehemently from side to side. "Nay, nay! You shall not subject me to this. What offense have I caused thee? I have obeyed all your commands unquestioningly, and you are planning to— Nay, I shall not proceed."

As the succulent salmon dances on her fork, your mother's laughter fills the air, resonating with a warmth that belies the gravity of her words. "My dear child, you find yourself bereft of options. You shall be deemed a traitor to the noble lineage and condemned to perish before your very birthday." A lump lodges itself in your throat, and tears stream down your face, as you rue the moment you stepped out of your room. "For what reason do you bear such animosity towards me?"

"Escort her back to her chamber; she's giving me indigestion," your mother states with a grimace.  The knights pause briefly, uncertain of how to guide you away. Dismissing them with a wave of your hand, you rise from your chair and exit the chamber, tears clouding your sight. The journey back is unsettling, with the maids gossiping and gesturing, their disdain evident on their faces, and their disapproving gazes following you.

The door is forcefully slammed shut behind you, and with great urgency, your feet carry you to your bed, where you collapse with a heavy sigh. Almost immediately, your pillow becomes saturated with the tears that pour forth, and you huddle into yourself, simply becoming smaller. 

  Indeed, you knew this would occur eventually, but you hadn't thought you would be handed over to some hideous monster who would likely slay you upon arrival. Violent sobs wrack your body, shaking you to the core, while your nose runs uncontrollably, the pillow muffles a scream of agony.

After half an hour had passed, you lay there, sleep welcoming you with warm arms. The answer to this puzzle would reveal itself upon your awakening.

—

Woken by the sound of shuffling, faint whispers, and delicate clinks, you remain motionless, filled with trepidation, and unwilling to stir from your position. You quickly clench your eyes shut upon hearing the intruder approach. As much as you desired to confront them, you were also intrigued to uncover their intentions within your room.

"Seize her limbs; we must transport her to the dungeon." In an instant, your heart falters, trembling fiercely, and for a moment, your breath is held captive. As your eyes snap open, the ceiling of your chamber looms above you. Swiftly, you strike at the person nearest to you, expressing gratitude to the gods as you hear their curse.

Emerging hastily from the confines of your bed, you sprint towards the exit, a shrill cry escaping your lips as a hand clutches your ankle. You descend abruptly, your chin colliding with the cold marble beneath, silently expressing gratitude for the prudent act of placing your tongue against the roof of your mouth in the final moments.

   Swiftly flipping over, you kick frantically, tears streaming down your face as your legs are forcefully spread apart, and the assailant inserts themselves between your thighs, seizing hold of your arms.

Your vision blurs as a heavy slap is brought across your face. The brief respite from your struggle grants the assailants the opportunity to lay a cloth upon your nostrils. Your eyes flutter shut, darkness casting a shadow upon your vision. The feel of your body being lifted is the only thing you remember.

Within the confines of the cell, you find yourself in a state of contemplation, your head gently leaning against the cold metal bars. The sharp sound of heels striking the ground causes you to straighten up. The passage of time remains elusive, yet the atmosphere hints at the arrival of a new day, shrouded in the quiet of dawn.

Your mother's face came into view, causing you to sneer in disdain as you buried your head in your knees, refusing to meet her gaze. The very sound of her voice sent shivers down your spine, igniting a mixture of anger and sorrow within you. She callously auctioned you off, displaying a complete lack of concern for your well-being.

"I reckoned it would be preferable for you to don your best attire, but it would be futile. A watchman shall be present shortly to guide you to the border, make no disturbance, do you understand? 'Twould be unsightly if you do."

You ignore her, but deep down, you are filled with dread to venture towards the border. You longed to weep and plead with her to refrain from sending you, but it would only wound your pride. Instead, she smiles and draws nigh unto the prison bars. "When we emerge victorious in this war, and if you are still breathing, I shall dispatch you to a brothel. I couldn't possibly have such a defiled child. Revel in your sojourn there, my dear."

The clatter-clack of her footwear slowly vanishing into the distance brings forth a torrent of tears. Why must this befall you? What sin have you committed to warrant such treatment? The jingle-jangle of keys catches your attention; the guard stands before you with a look of pity. "Your majesty, the time has arrived."

You nod in a pitiful manner and rise from the ground, using your soiled hands to dry your tears, leaving traces of dirt on your cheeks. As you draw near to the guard,  he pulls down his sleeve and tenderly wipes your cheeks with a sympathetic smile. You bow softly in gratitude and proceed to walk with him to the carriage.

He assists you inside and closes the door; a click prompts you to peer through the tiny gap. A lock secures the door; as you lock eyes with the guard, he merely sighs and shakes his head. "The Queen has requested this. I beg your pardon, Your Majesty." 

  You remain silent, leaning back in the seat and staring blankly at the castle. You see your father standing at his office window, observing. You avoid his gaze, curling up in the seat. Then, as the carriage sets in motion, your heart swells, and tears flow.

The carriage's abrupt jolt awakens you from your nap; the sun is just beginning to descend, signaling the end of a day filled with endless riding. The only noise is the steady trot of the horses and the occasional whisper of the soldiers. Have you arrived already? You swallow nervously and flinch as the door is forcefully opened. "We have arrived, your highness."

You nod and sit up, clasping his hand to disembark from the carriage. Your eyes swiftly survey the surroundings. Despite the tales, the border seemed relatively serene. You couldn't hear anything from beyond the wall. At length, a throat is cleared,  causing you to look up, and the guard beckons you along. You hesitate for only a moment before fortifying your resolve and walking forward.

After much anticipation, the distant voices grow more distinct. "Captain, 'tis here! Shall we unseal the gates?" The clamor of the ponderous wheels turning and ascending is loud in your ears. The gate opens enough to allow your passage beneath. They weren't wasting time at all. The guard places a hand on your lower back and pushes you forward gently. "The Orc General has agreed to receive you; he's on the other side waiting."

You suppress the lump in your throat and proceed, every gaze fixed upon you. The wall loomed thick and intimidating,  and you couldn't shake off the fear of it collapsing on you as you reached the other side. However, as you eventually crossed over, your gaze locked with his.

Standing tall at a minimum of 9 feet, he possessed a powerful build adorned with thick muscles, and hair decorating his chest. Dark brown hair cascaded down to his waist woven into an intricate braid, contrasting against his pear-colored complexion and a thick beard enveloped his jaw. Scars crisscrossed his body, enhancing his rugged charm.  Despite his blunt tusks, one of which was slightly chipped, there was no denying the outrageous attractiveness of this Orc.

As he takes a step forward, an instinctual reflex compels you to retreat, a shiver of trepidation coursing through your being. Your legs, heavy as if forged from lead, refuse to heed your desperate plea for escape. A subtle chuckle escapes his lips, the corners curling upwards in a smug grin. "Time is not a luxury I possess, little human," he mocks, his voice dripping with impatience. 

  You part your lips to utter a response, but only silence greets your futile attempt. The resounding thud of the closing wall seals your grim destiny, causing your weakened knees to buckle beneath you, surrendering to the tender embrace of the grassy ground. With a deep sigh, he strides towards you, casting a towering shadow over your slumped figure, a chilling reminder of his overpowering presence.

With utmost ease, he effortlessly lifts you, as if you were as light as a feather. Your body tenses in his embrace, a mixture of vulnerability and anticipation. The tears well up, threatening to spill over. Surprisingly, his touch is tender, his hands delicately traversing your legs and back. Summoning your courage, you manage to muster a question, your voice trembling slightly. 

  "Might I inquire about your name?"  Despite your hesitant speech, he pays no mind, his voice resonating with a deep timber that sends a surge of desire coursing through your veins. A flush of warmth spreads across your face, compelling you to avert your gaze and focus on your lap. "I am Loran, the General of the Mammoth Clan."

Silence envelops the air for a fleeting moment before your voice breaks through once more. "My name is (Name)" He acknowledges your introduction with a subtle hum, and together, you navigate through the labyrinthine paths until you arrive at a large tent. With utmost care, he settles you upon a sumptuous bed adorned with furs, then proceeds to position himself near a table, obscuring its contents from your prying eyes. 

  A knot tightens in your throat as you summon the courage to voice your deepest fear. "Might you have intentions of devouring me?" you whisper, recoiling at the childlike vulnerability that tinges on your words.

His laughter causes a flutter in your chest; every aspect of him leaves your insides twisted. At last, he ceases his actions and pivots to meet your gaze, his arms folded. You had to physically remind yourself to avert your eyes from his well-defined muscles. "Would you like me to?" His voice carries a teasing lilt, yet his words hint at something more intimate.

You shake your head in denial and draw your knees closer to your body. He was nothing like the figure you had imagined; you were convinced that your life would have ended by now. Your gaze wanders aimlessly as you delve into your own musings. Unbeknownst to you, he crouches down before you. The calloused tips of his fingers grazing your chin send a shiver down your spine. Your eyes meet his, and you find yourself holding your breath.

"The hour grows late; retire for the night. "

 You offer a silent nod, watching him leave the tent. Following his guidance, you settle back onto the furs. After the tumultuous events of the day, slumber swiftly envelops you, embracing the plush comfort of the bedding.

The warmth seeping into your skin prompts you to wriggle out of the furs. The weight of an arm flung over your stomach arrests you, dread settling in your heart and coiling around it like a vice. Though yesterday's events come rushing back to you and you relax, your tense body melting into Loran's embrace.  

  Despite the circumstances that brought you here, he had shown nothing but kindness, even playfulness - he didin't really make you uneasy, and it seemed as though a burden had been lifted from your shoulders.

In the realm of uncertainty, his actions remained capricious, yet amidst this unpredictability, a newfound liberation enveloped your being, you were free. Loran, with an irresistible allure, draws you nearer, your bodies melding as your front meets his. You place your hands on his chest and gently create distance, huffing as he cuddles closer.

After struggling a bit more, you come to a stop and seize the opportunity to examine him closely. Withdrawing your hand from his chest, you gently place it on his cheek, relishing its velvety texture. Loran possessed a striking appearance. Tracing your fingers along his lips, the sensation of his tusks lightly brushing against your fingertips captivates you once more. Their smoothness leaves you mesmerized. The rounded tips are gentle and harmless; they would not cause any discomfort if you were to share a kiss.

 Blushing with embarrassment, your cheeks turn a rosy hue, and for a fleeting moment, you seek solace by burying your face into his chest. Raising your gaze once more, you cautiously wave your hand before his face, ensuring his continued slumber. With no signs of movement and a steady rhythm of breath, a sigh of relief escapes your lips. 

  Gradually, you shift your position, ascending along his form, while your heart flutters nervously within your chest. With a mixture of fascination and unease, you lean closer, drawn to an inexplicable magnetism emanating from him. His lips, so alluring, entice you irresistibly.

 Placing your hand on his cheek, you lean in with deliberate slowness, capturing his lips with yours. The sensation of his tusks grazing your skin sends a rush of pleasure up your spine. With closed eyes, you deepen the kiss, savoring the unexpected softness of his lips. His taste is intoxicating, akin to a forbidden elixir. You have always been drawn to forbidden pleasures.

With a hint of reluctance, you retreat, allowing your eyes to slowly unveil the world around you. A startled gasp escapes your lips as your gaze meets Loran's. Despite your endeavors to break free from his embrace, his arms encase you like unyielding steel, entrapping you. Loran's chuckle resonates with a profound and drowsy timbre, while his hand ascends to firmly grasp your chin. "Do not flee from me, Sma ni." ( little one )

His lips are on yours, gentle and governing. His other hand gripping your waist and quickly lifting you onto his chest. The sensation of his thick and moist tongue overpowering your mouth elicits a fervent moan from deep within you, while your thighs instinctively clasp around his stomach. As his hands glide up your top, the pads of his fingers diligently work out the tension in your soft skin. Gradually, they find their way to your hips, expertly guiding them to grind against his abdomen.

With a soft whine escaping your mouth, you break the connection of his kiss, and your tongue lazily protrudes, leaving a trail of warm saliva on your chin. A primal growl resonates from deep within his chest, causing your thoughts to blur. Your hands instinctively find their way to his chest, the rough hair gently tickling your palms. The pressure on your hips eases, and his hand tightly grasps your hair, enabling him to sit up and halt the rhythmic grind of your hips.

A soft whimper escapes your lips as the throbbing sensation between your thighs intensifies.  Loran's lips trail along the curve of your throat, delicately nibbling at your tender skin, while his tongue glides with ease. Suddenly, a tearing sound startles you and a rush of cool air caresses your newly bared legs. The remnants of your shredded trousers gracefully descend to the floor, leaving you vulnerable and exposed.

Upon the velvety fur, Loran tenderly positions you, his voracious eyes meticulously exploring the expanse of your body. In a swift motion, he removes the sole obstruction that conceals your body, leaving you vulnerable to his cravings. You clench your thighs, your pussy pulsating with emptiness. This man was sinful; he looked so delectable, his lips shimmering with the remnants of your passionate kisses, and his complexion adorned with a captivating flush.

He lets out a deep groan, settling himself amidst your thighs, the ache in your legs a mere whisper compared to the intensity of his touch, tongue dancing over your nipples, nipping and tugging. Loran's hand travels up your body, his thick fingers entering your warm, wet mouth. You suppress a gag and suck on them shyly, tears welling up in your eyes. As his fingers delve deeper into your throat, you grasp his wrist firmly, your hips grinding against his thick bulge.

Loran pulls his fingers from your mouth, watching the rivulets of saliva drip down his digits. Leaving a glistening trail of moisture along your body, Loran delicately caresses his fingers through the soft curls of hair on your pussy, teasing you with the soft touch of his fingertips. With deliberate precision, he gradually eases one digit into the confines of your snug entrance stretching you. You pull your fleshy bottom lip into your mouth, teeth digging painfully. Your lashes flutter, exposing the whites of your eyes as they roll back in blissful surrender, eyebrows arching. Your mewls are soft and pleading. "Mmph! L-Loran. Please "

Your voice is a siren's call to him, as you whimper and plead for him. His desire to possess you completely, to fuck you full of his cum, to have you swollen with his young, consumes him. The mere thought of it almost brings him to the brink of release. Granting mercy upon your adorable, fucked out face, he finally sinks his finger into your cunt, relishing the exquisite tightness that embraces him, while your delicate hands clutch his braid and tug.

  With his other hand, he gently cups your cheeks between his large, powerful fingers, causing your lips to pucker. His mouth descends upon yours, messy and dominating, leaving a trail of mingled saliva that pools down your flushed cheeks. He chuckles as your eyes wander elsewhere, glazed and hazy with pleasure as he eases a single finger inside you.

A high-pitched sound escapes your lips as he expertly probes a sensitive spot deep within you, causing your hips to tremble and your inner walls to clench around his fingers. Leaning closer, his warm breath brushes against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. "Ayh lat naka ve cum, sma shara? " His mother tongue is foreign to you, but it sounds absolutely erotic, especially while he's stroking your drooling pussy skillfully. You shudder fervently, emitting mewls and whimpers, as the squelching noises of his thrusts fill the confined space of the tent. “I—uhn~ w-wait p-please, Lor…” You babble nonsensically. ( are you going to cum, little human? )

 Loran, in a teasing mood, complies with your dumb prattling, and moves away from you, fingers slipping out with an erotic pop. A soft whimper escapes your lips, your lower lip jutting out in a pout as tears well up in your eyes from the empty feeling in your pussy, your eyes widen at seeing him suck on his dampened fingers. “N-no, why’d you stop!” 

 With a chuckle, the Orc leans in to press a tender kiss on your flushed cheeks, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. "I simply did as you asked, Faushnu," he whispers. Pulling back slightly, he studies your expression - your eyebrows furrowed, lips parted, and your chest rising and falling rapidly. "I did not mean for this," you whimper, grinding your hips against his growing bulge. “M-more. Give me more.” You give him a stern glare, that only turns him on more, his little hostage was so demanding. ( baby ) "Of course, Your Highness," he says, his tone dripping with playful mockery. Loran's large hands firmly grasp your waist, swiftly maneuvering you onto your stomach. With a gentle yet commanding motion, he elevates your hips, causing your face to be buried in the soft furs beneath you. The sensation is almost agonizing as your back arches, eliciting a sharp squeal from your lips. A glob of warm saliva unexpectedly lands on your moistened pussy, causing an involuntary clenching reaction. "What are yo--?" 

  Before you can finish, the sudden roughness of his tongue against your throbbing cunt has you seeing stars. His feral growls reverberate through the air, as his tongue delves and ravishes you with an insatiable fervor. Reduced to a whimpering wreck, tears of rapturous delight cascade down your flushed face.  Desperate to regain control, you weakly press your small hand against the crown of his head, attempting to halt the relentless onslaught. "No more, please, m'gunna cum. Want to cum for you," you manage to slur amidst incoherent babbling, your words a contradictory mix. 

Loran, enraptured by your musings, fingers your pussy once again, effortlessly finding that spongey nerve inside of you and deftly curling his thick finger into it, time and again. A torrent of scorching pleasure engulfs your entire being, as you succumb to an intense climax, your trembling thighs embracing his head while your pussy flutters around his finger.

" Loran! "You slur, thighs still convulsing as the feel of Loran's hands on the fat of your hips seems multiplied, your mind filled with goo. The rustle of fabric falling to the ground barely registers before his thick cock presses into your pussy, hands guiding your hips onto him. Warmth trickles onto your pulsing cunt, his saliva lubing where you connect. You clench around him, emitting obscene moans. 

   He delves deeper, your snugness yielding to his thick, heavy cock. You swear you can feel every pulsating vein, every ridge of him inside of you. You whimper and whine when he fucks half of his big cock into your tiny little hole, and you thrash and let out small mewls of pleasure. "Mmph, Lor--!! it won't fit!" you whimper amidst sobs. 

"Hm?" He utters, his voice a low hum, as he observes with rapt attention as you stretch around his green, monstrous cock. The pressure within your abdomen steadily intensifies, inch by inch, until Loran thrusts in the last couple of inches, his large balls flush against your engorged clit. You're already fucked stupid, pupils blown, and moans strewing from your lips. The Orc takes hold of your hand, guiding it towards your stomach, allowing you to feel the undeniable presence of his shaft protruding from your belly. "Do you feel me? Feel my cock in your insides, my little human?"

With a forceful motion, he retreats, then thrusts forcefully into you, his grip tightening on your hair as he pulls.  A fervent moan escapes your lips, as the resounding collision of his hips against your ass fills the air, the only thing you can hear. The wet squelching of your arousal intermingles with his precum, cascading onto the opulent furs beneath you. His name becomes a sacred mantra, slipping from your tongue like a fervent prayer. "S'good, m'gunna cum, let me cum, please, please."

With a gentle caress, Loran's hand ascends your stomach, pinching your sensitive nipples. You mewl, back arching as you clench and pulse around his thick length, cumming harder than before, a wave of darkness gently tinting your vision. A low, guttural moan reverberates from deep within you, harmonizing with Loran's unyielding thrusts. “That's a good fuckin’ girl.”

The Orc's hand comes down on your ass, observing the quivering flesh. Your violated hole trembles around Loran's thick length, and he snickers, his hips stuttering. "You're mine. Hm? Do you understand, pet?" His thrusts became more profound, faster, not giving you rest, groaning as you nod quickly, whimpering.

You turn your gaze towards him, his fingers constricting in your tresses. "Loran, want you to cum inside me, please." Your feeble arms emerge from beneath your form, delicate hands reaching to spread your pussy wider. "You will, right?"

 Your wanton plea hurls the massive Orc over the brink. Loran's hips slam into yours once more as his scorching cum coats your walls; the copious amount of it had you cumming once more. Loran continues to pump his seed into you, his cock still hard and balls full of cum. He longed to see you swollen with his offspring; he wouldn't stop until he knew you were trapped with him.

You are not permitted to rest until the early morning, curled against his chest with his seed leaking from your stretched opening. Your body is tender, marked with bruises on your neck and chest. Loran places his large hand on your cheek; although he is running late for the meeting, he decides to allow you more time to sleep.

He lifts you gently, thankful that he has cleaned you up and changed the bedding. You snuggle into his warmth, almost convincing him to delay for another hour. "My zemar, it's time to wake up. We must rise before the sun sets." (my heart)

Stirring in his arms, your eyelashes flutter before you slowly open your bleary eyes. Attempting to close them once more, his hearty chuckle resonates, partially rousing you. Placing you gently on the bed, he drapes one of his shirts over you, guiding your arms through the sleeves. Loran picks you up again, cradling you as he carries you out of the tent, shielding your eyes from the glaring sun. The short walk to the other side of the campsite goes unnoticed by you.

He arrives promptly, his raven perched gracefully on its stand. A soft whistle escapes his lips, a signal for the bird to gather the troops. Loran takes his place at the head of the table, positioning you to face him, your legs wrapped around his waist. With spit on his fingers, he traces circles around your cunt, pleased that it had returned to its original state, tight and warm. After lubricating your entrance, he spits on his palm and wraps his member in a firm grip, ensuring that it's slick. 

  Loran aligns himself with your little hole and eases inside, emitting a deep groan at the vice grip; you let out a sleepy moan, tightening around him. His large hands grip the fat of your hips, guiding you down the rest of his thick length. He pulls his shirt over your ass, concealing where his cock is nestled inside of you.

He has to stop himself from fucking you on the table in front of all his tribe members. Once he had you in the perfect position, his soldiers began to file into the room. He couldn't help but notice how your warm, tight hole was becoming slick. Unbeknownst to you, his thick cock was already buried deep within you.

The meeting unfolds seamlessly. With nightfall as their ally, they conspire to dismantle the impenetrable walls of the Kingdom on the morrow. A sacred covenant governs The Mammoth Clan, dictating that the fairer sex and the innocent offspring shall be spared from any affliction. Thus, the innocent shall be granted mercy and protection.

Awakening towards the end, your pussy pulsating and enveloping something thick and long. A twitching motion stirs inside you, nudging your G-spot. A soft moan escapes your lips as you hide your face in his neck. Loran dismisses it as your mere awakening, soothingly caressing your back. Only a fool would miss the evidence of your arousal - the glistening juices trickling down your bare thighs and the hint of green meeting a clenching hole

" Dismissed. "

The orcs file out of the room, speaking amongst each other. Loran's gaze descends upon your petite frame, concealed beneath his garments. He looks feral. Once the auditory commotion subsides, you cautiously lift your head, locking eyes with his penetrating stare.

"Loran, please."

The Orc emits a deep snarl, his lips forcefully meeting yours as he firmly grasps the flesh of your hips, hoisting you off his slick member. Swiftly, he plunges you back down, thrusting into you with fervor, fucking you onto him. You're moaning mess, the spit from your sloppy kiss sliding down your chin and eyes rolling to the back of your head. The sound of wet slapping resonates loudly within the confines of the tent. With a gasp for air, you disengage from him, your hands finding solace on his broad shoulders.

 A particular thrust causes the swollen, mushroom-shaped tip of his cock to abuse your g-spot and your moan is shrill. You climax, your body trembling around him, leaving a creamy, ivory ring at the base of his cock. Stars burst in your vision as you weakly press your lips against his throat, whimpering as he continues to thrust into you, your sensitive and throbbing core tender. " Lor-.. no more.. s’too.. much!" you sputter, sloppily pressing your lips to his and sucking on his large tongue. 

Despite the roughness of his hips snapping into yours, he caresses your sides softly and pulls away from your kiss, licking his lips. "Be a good pet, hm? Let me use my pussy, can you do that for me? " You nod hesitantly, and he smiles, sending your stomach to unfurl languidly. "S'my good girl." You bury your face in his neck with a whimper, but when your blunt little teeth sink into his collarbone it pushes him over the edge; and he stands up with you still bouncing on his cock, thrusting so deeply that you hiss. Ropes of cum paint your pulsing walls, filling you up.

Loran's shallow thrusts ensure not a single drop is wasted as you envelop him in your embrace, closing your eyes and inhaling deeply.

Mayhap, the circumstance of being dispatched to this place was not as grievous as first imagined...

connected with this post!

[daeneryseastar]

Womanhood Before, During, and After the Dance:

…regardless of seniority, the Iron Throne could not pass to a woman, nor through a woman to her male descendants.

Childbirth exacted a toll on the princess; the weight that Rhaenyra gained during her pregnancies never entirely left her, and by the time her youngest boy was born, she had grown stout and thick of waist, the beauty of her girlhood a fading memory, though she was but twenty years of age. According to Mushroom, this only served to deepen her resentment of her stepmother, Queen Alicent, who remained slender and graceful at half again her age.  

“Mayhaps the whore will die in childbirth.”

Queen Alicent alone amongst them was excused from the oath, on account of her womanhood.

“…or must we kneel and kiss the old whore’s cunny?”

Nor could House Arryn be relied upon, for the Eyrie was presently ruled by a woman, Lady Jeyne, the Maiden of the Vale, whose own rights might be called into question should Princess Rhaenyra be put aside.

…though how many would still fight for her now that she was a woman wed, her body aged and thickened by six childbirths, was a question none could answer.

“I offered her an honorable peace, and the whore spat in my face.”

“Thrice have my own kin sought to replace me,” Lady Jeyne told Prince Jacaerys. “My cousin Ser Arnold is wont to say women are too soft to rule. I have him in one of my sky cells, if you would like to ask him… she remains our rightful queen, and mine own blood besides, an Arryn on her mother’s side. In this world of men, we women must band together.

He had nothing against women, Lord Borros went on to say; he loved his girls, a daughter is a precious thing…but a son, ahhh…should the gods ever grant him a son of his own blood, Storm’s End would pass to him. “Why should the Iron Throne be any different?”

“The whore of Dragonstone, he means.”

“The whore on Dragonstone is not the threat.”

Rhaenyra may call herself a queen, but she has a woman’s parts, a woman’s faint heart, and a mother’s fears.

The girl they had once cheered as the Realm’s delight had grown into a grasping and vindictive woman, men said, a queen as cruel as any king before her. One wit named Rhaenyra “King Maegor with teats,” and for a hundred years thereafter “Maegor’s teats” was a common curse amongst Kingslanders.  

“The false king and the whore queen shall be cast down with all their works, and their demon beasts shall perish from the earth.”

…calling down the wroth of the gods upon “this unnatural queen who sits bleeding on the Iron Throne, her whore’s lips glistening and red with the blood of her sweet sister.

Lord Borros was confident of victory, for his scouts had told him that the rivermen were led by boys and women.

… Little Lord Tyrell’s mother wrote to say that she had reason to doubt the loyalty of her son’s bannermen, and “being a mere woman, am not myself fit to lead a host to war.”

“My lords, it makes no matter. They are both girls. Have we learned so little from the slaughter? We must abide by primogeniture, as the Great Council ruled in 101. The male claim comes before the female.”

Like his father, who had sided with the majority at the Great Council of 101, he did not believe it was a woman’s place to rule.

The King’s half-sisters remained his nearest kin, but Lord Peake was not about to allow a woman to ascend the Iron Throne, after having so recently fought and bled to prevent that very thing.

[blondebibliophiliac]

The Owl House Notes

I have watched TOH several times over the past year and a half, and I will never get over it. All the character development, the little pop culture references, the world development. Ugh. It's amazing. So here are some notes.

we all know that the Clawthorne family is the family that Evelyn, the witch that Philip and Caleb met, is from. I feel that it's only right that Hunter is an honorary Clawthorne, too. He's literally a clone of Caleb. Obviously the Clawthornes are the descendants of Evelyn and Caleb's relationship. So I feel it's only right. I know we've all accepted Darius as Hunter's dad/dad-figure, but it would be cool if he was included in the Clawthorne family, too.

I think it's pretty obvious by now that I love the found-family trope. As someone that had family problems growing up, I value the bonds that end up being stronger than familial bonds. Now, Luz basically has 2 moms plus a bonus parent (Raine) and 3 siblings (King, Hunter, and Vee), and I love that. If you haven't seen fanart of all of them, you're missing out. It's just amazing.

Speaking of their relationships, I love to see how they accept and even request physical affection. In the beginning, Eda and King are confused and almost repulsed by Luz's hugs. King quickly becomes more accepting of these hugs, even getting angry when Amity gets a hug from Luz before him, calling her a "swindler and a thief". But in the last episode, Eda runs to King and Luz to give them hugs and kisses before they play the Collector's "games". I wonder if physical affection was prevelant in the Boiling Isles because in the second episode Eda asks "What is this" when hugged by Luz. I think it is because Willow and Gus hug Luz when they show up to the Owl House. I think Eda just isn't used to physical affection, or maybe she isn't used to it from strangers.

Here's another thing I'm wondering. The Bat Queen states that she doesn't remember the witch that held her staff, but that she was the staff for a giant. You know who was giant? Papa Titan. What if her witch was Papa Titan? It would make sense, because he's been dead for hundreds of years, and the mind loses memories after so long. Also, she takes care of all the other palismen that were lost, including Flapjack, whose witch was Evelyn. If we can assume that the events of TOH take place in the late 2010's/early 2020s, then the age of these palismen makes sense. Anyway, I think that The Bat Queen could've been Papa Titan's palisman because there are no other signs of giant beings on the Boiling Isles or in the Demon Realm.

At some point, we catch a glimpse of the "recipe" for creating clones. If you didn't catch it, here it is: Galdorstone, Palistrom Wood, Stonesleeper Lungs, Bone of Ortet, and Selkidomus scales. This would partly explain why there's a shortage of Palistrom Wood, why the Galdorstones are so rare and so well hidden, and why Belos instructed Hunter to hunt down the Selkidomus in season 2. It also explains why the clone he attempted to possess in the final episode didn't work out. He likely didn't have all of those materials or didn't have enough to make a fully formed clone. When he initially tried to take over one of the clones, I was worried that there would be two Hunters walking around and that Belos would try to impersonate Hunter, which would have derailed all of their plans. The Bone of Ortet, by the way, is basically just a bone of the one you wish to clone.

I wish there could've been a longer season 3. Although I love the 3 episodes we were given, and I think they're perfect, I wish it could've been drawn out. I would've loved to see the gang in the human world more, to see the rebuilding process of the Isles, see them do a field trip to the human realm from the university. But, I'll take what we were given.

I love the random pop culture references we get. During "Eclipse Lake" we get a Dragon Ball reference and I found that extremely hilarious. In "For the Future", Caleb says "It's not like a swarm of ghosts will inexplicably appear if you say his name...I think", which gives us the second Harry Potter reference of the show (the first one appearing in the first episode where Luz is trying to fly on Owlbert and says "expecto"). It's just great. I love to see it.

I always have more thoughts about the show when I watch it. I need to start adding them more often.

[undiscovered-horizon]

Can I request a part 2 of guilded cage please it’s really good also I’m a slut for dark!morpheus

Like they got officially married she’s queen and maybe corinthian or one of his siblings go to her and there like wtf sis you ok with this and Morpheus Is eavesdropping because he wants her honest answer and she has excepted her role and he’s like that’s my girl

A/N: Just a PSA - this is comparably worse than Gilded Cage, whatever demon possessed me back then has taken a sabbatical.

"Silvered Perch" - Dark!Morpheus x Reader

['Gilded Cage'] | [MASTERLIST] | [Sandman-inspired playlist]

WORDCOUNT: ~ 2.4k

What a strange thought it was, that your life was not always like this: drowning in jewels, silk, delicacies which names you couldn't pronounce, wonderful creatures bowing low each time they saw you and most of all - an entity the strangest of them all who wanted to bend over backwards to keep you happy. Would it be a little too on the nose to say it felt like a dream?

Morpheus made sure to keep the word he had given you, so not too long after you settled down in Dreaming the news of a wedding spread across the realm. Although none of his subjects had the faintest clue as to who you were, they seemed to put trust in the integrity of their king and welcomed you more than warmly. To them, it seemed quite obvious that whoever is worthy of being the bride of Dream of the Endless, had to be at least a little bit exceptional - an expectation you weren’t sure you could ever fulfil.

You didn't feel at home in Dreaming, not right away: your life only became stranger as you were suddenly showered with gifts and honours you doubted you deserved in any way. It felt wrong to accept those riches - after all, you had done exactly nothing to earn such honours. What if one day every creature of Dreaming realizes it? What if he does? You had fooled him so far but how could you be sure this lark could go on? Like every good thing in your life, this spell, too, had to disperse someday. You were nothing more than a leech on his charity.

"There is something on your mind," Morpheus caught you off guard once. Apparently, there was nothing that could escape his stern gaze - especially if the said thing was connected to you. You could only wonder how much he had learned about you just through his silent observation.

"I don't know if I deserve any of... this." You made a vague circle with your hand. It was a nice euphemism on your part - ‘good life’ couldn’t quite move past your lips.

"No," he answered in a decisive tone but before the painful hole in your chest could open once again, the very hole this unjust world scratched inside you, he continued, "You deserve a lot more. More than I am able to give you."

A sad smile entered your face. To some degree, you pitied his delusional perception of you but your selfishness forced you to lick every last drop of it. "You're a real sweet-talker, you know?"

Morpheus’s hand gently held yours. Without letting his gaze fall from your face, he placed a warm kiss on your fingers, right next to the magnificent yet bizarre ring he had given you on your wedding day - ‘a testimony of my love’ he called it. ”There is nothing sweet about truth. It simply is."

“I find it hard to believe in that truth,” you answered quietly. 

“Truth remains despite beliefs.” He presses another kiss to your fingers before letting his lips leave a trail of pecks along your skin down to your wrist. “There is no price I would not pay to let you see yourself through my eyes even once.” Perhaps that was better for the soul - should you become privy to Morpheus’s perception of you, there’d be no more modesty left in you, no innate obligation to remain humble; oceans, volcanos, supernovas… were they not all terrible, beautiful and prideful? And yet even they dimmed in the halo of your sacrilegious wonder.

Due to Morpheus’s explicit prohibition, you couldn’t leave the castle grounds without him - he only cared and wanted to make sure that no malice lurking in the hearts of his subject would raise its hand against you. Considering how passionate he was about that one rule, you never even questioned it, simply gloating in the indirect confession of his affections and how much they tormented his every thought.

But who were you to defy your husband’s (reminding yourself of that rightful title made a flustered blush appear on your cheeks) orders? Waiting for him to finish his royal duties, you wandered through the palace. Despite seeing those marble walls and crystal chandeliers every day, they still managed to take your breath away. It was a view no one back in the Waking World could ever imagine, and now it was your very own secret and your home. An infantile giggle escaped your lips - ‘a queen in a castle’. How ridiculous and wonderful.

An unexpected fluttering of wings diverted your attention from admiring the halls of the chateau. To your surprise, Matthew had decided to pay you a visit - rarely did he engage in friendly chatter with you and you never quite understood whether it was due to a lack of common interests or a lack of his interest in particular. His black feathers shone in the dispersed sunlight coming through the tall stained-glass windows. There was something equally malevolent and dignified about the way he looked.

"Not following Morpheus around?" you asked him humorously.

Without answering, Matthew hopped closer to you, his beady eyes watched you carefully. "Are you okay?" he asked quietly.

You furrowed your eyebrows at the strange inquiry. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"I mean this whole situation is just a little... weird, isn't it?” his voice remained low, somewhat anxious of suspected prying ears. Little did he know, his fear wasn’t unreasonable. “Dream shows up and, no offence, you throw yourself at him after he made a ludicrous offer."

To be fair, Morpheus was well-aware that he shouldn’t listen to your conversation with Matthew. Despite that, he also knew that it was his sole responsibility to tend to your needs and desires, which made eavesdropping seem a little less impolite - at least that’s what he had told himself. If there was the smallest thing that upset your heart, even a flowerpot standing a little too much to the right, he needed to know. He had to fix it as soon as possible so that you don’t see through his charming demeanour and realize what a selfish, calloused creature he truly was; what beast loneliness had turned him into. Now that Morpheus captured his little bird, he wasn’t going to let it fly away - even if that meant clipping its wings but that was a possibility he’d rather not ponder at the moment. Standing in the shadows of his own palace like a beggar at an emperor’s court, he appeared frozen in time as he drank each sound coming from your lips, his frenzied heart dismantled every word you said in search of Dream’s possible shortcomings.

When Matthew put it like that, it did sound a little mad but many mundane things could come off as wrong if put into the right words. Unsure what answer to give him, you only shrugged. "It's a weird world, Matthew."

"You don't even know the guy,” he raised his voice slightly. Clearly, he couldn’t wrap his head around your seemingly reckless choice. “Well, you didn't at the time. And you just left everything behind for him? Your whole life! What if he was crazy?” he was becoming more animated in his bewilderment. Then, he added quickly: “Not that I think he is, of course."

"Then I probably wouldn’t be complaining anyway, would I?" But Matthew didn’t seem to appreciate your grim humour. You looked away for a moment as images of your previous life flashed before your eyes. ‘Previous life’ seemed like a fitting phrase - memories of those bleak days appeared blurry, murky, as though you weren’t recalling real events but someone’s account of a storyline in a book they had once read. "There wasn't much to leave. It wasn't an impulsive decision, there just wasn't a lot to consider in the first place. I don’t know what kind of life you had led before, Matthew,” your sombre eyes looked at him again, “but not everyone desperately clings to whatever scraps they have. My life was nothing beyond bland longing to be elsewhere. No offer is ludicrous when you go to bed each night hoping not to wake up in the morning. But then, to your own horror, you do. As time goes by, you realize you had been alive for too long, that you were never meant to make it this far. So you have a wonderful choice between death and becoming a hopeless failure. For some ridiculous reason I will always hold dear, I was offered a third choice, a way out of the vale of misery and pain I called life.”

But your tale did not satisfy his curiosity. Perhaps this conversation in low voices wasn’t meant to prove something to him but to you. "Have you never considered why he did all of this?"

Of course, you did. You had been wondering about that ever since you agreed to join him in Dreaming. But each hour of long pondering brought you to the very same conclusion: you couldn’t give him anything, so something else was the matter. And the passion with which he had offered to change your life… this wasn’t accidental. Quite clearly, in your mind, Dream of the Endless had chosen you. “I trust his integrity, I suppose,” you answered Matthew with a slight shrug of your shoulders. Truthfully, you couldn’t quite explain your trust towards your husband to yourself. More than reason, it was a case of trusting one’s instincts. “I’d need to have something valuable or unique for Morpheus to have a reason for creating some elaborate scheme. But I don’t. I may be someone but not somebody. A creature of his sort would never pay attention to something like me unless he genuinely cared. It’s bitterly funny when you think about it: it takes an eldritch being to love the most unremarkable human.”

"You know, if something sounds too good to be true, it usually is."

Perhaps Matthew was right. In your own experience, good things in life never came without a price, some secret cost that you could never learn about until the very moment you had to pay it. Your eyes wandered around the majestic, marble hall; the stunningly expensive silk you were wearing; the strange ring on your finger and its crystal, which appeared infinite when you looked inside it - there was, quite literally, no price that could make you regret your choice. "And yet peanut butter ice cream is a thing,” you said absentmindedly still staring into the crystal. Light entered the wonderful jewel from all angles, reflected off of irregular sides inside and turned into a pleiad of colours you couldn’t even begin to name. The gem wasn’t of this world - that much you were certain of.

"Fair point."

Matthew’s agreement elicited laughter from you. Maybe you didn’t quite see eye-to-eye about your relationship with Morpheus but that didn’t necessarily mean you had to remain estranged in any way - truthfully, you wished you could befriend him. He had been, after all, a human once. If there was anyone in Dreaming who could relate to your experiences even a little bit, it was that back-talking raven (not that his cheeky attitude was a flaw).

As your giggling died down, Matthew tried his last chance at this suspicious inquiry. "Do you ever think about going back to the Waking World? Even just popping in for a visit?"

Morpheus clenched his fist. As much as he refused to think about clipping wings at the moment, the idea temptingly lingered in the back of his mind. You can’t go back. You can’t leave him. Suddenly, his frenzied desperation flashed Nada's face before his eyes - he truly didn't want that history to repeat. It would ruin him to live on knowing that you're going through unimaginably horrifying tortures in Hell but if you were to seduce him and then leave as though he meant nothing to you, perhaps that's exactly what you deserved.

"There's nothing and no one for me to visit,” you answered in a decisive tone.

Understanding that this conversation wasn’t going anywhere else, that you had told him all that could be said, Matthew knew it was time for him to go. If Morpheus notices he’d been gone, Dream might start asking questions and considering the nature of his inquiry - it was better to keep the King of Dreaming out of the loop. “Alright then, uh… good talk. See you around… your majesty.” If Matthew had a human face, he’d probably grimace at the royal title. Although Morpheus wasn’t adamant about being addressed properly by his closest friends, he became quite unforgiving when it came to your rightful title. You were a queen and he’d be damned if one of his creations dared to forget that.

With another flutter of dark wings, you were left alone once more. Solitude had never felt so serene - peaceful instead of overwhelmingly empty.

Slowly running out of ways to pass the time, you hesitantly sat on the throne that belonged to Dream. To be fair, he never expressed anything short of encouragement whenever you did but still, it felt like you were a deceptive imposter leeching off a King hopelessly in love. 

Remaining in the shadows, Morpheus watched. His breaths became ragged as he admired the effortlessly regal beauty you were beaming with. Perhaps you refused to believe in your overpowering charm but none who had ever laid their eyes on you could indulge in such dishonesty. A new thought sprouted in his thoughts clouded with an obsession - maybe this is how things should be: the King of Dreams kneeling before his queen, a god-like creature rendered powerless by something far more perfect than he could ever strive to become. Whatever you’d ask him, he’d waste no time completing, never second-guessing your most bloodthirsty whims. Yet you remained completely oblivious to your absolute might, fiddling with the crystal ring he had given you. Inside that gilded cage, you had begged to be imprisoned in, there was a silvered perch like a pedestal an obedient bird of paradise sits on. You were a good nightingale and so you impatiently waited for your merciful captor to return. And what a sweet song you’re going to grace him with! Each mellow melody you gave him made Morpheus all the grimmer: he could never let anyone else know the blessing that calmed his sweet, sweet despair. You were his nightingale, all of your songs belonged to him only.

[httyddragonfox]

Owl House Finale Headcanons

According to Dana in the Post-Hoot, our headcanons can basically be canon at this point because she's not in charge of the story anymore. Okay, challenge accepted!

First of all, the boiling isles is now a democracy. Led by several powerful witches, but they have to be voted in. So Raine would be partly in charge, probably Darius and Eberwolf, maybe Mason, Hettie, Osran, etc, but definitely not the jerks Adrian and Terra.

Second, although Dana said Hunter and Eda don't know about the Caleb, Evelyn and Clawthorne connection, that doesn't sit right with me. So like my fanfic dictates, eventually they might make a deduction, but not a sure conclusion that Hunter is related to the Clawthornes. Even if they don't for sure recognize the fact, they will eventually come to see Hunter as family and he will have Clawthorne as one of his last names (Until he marries Willow).

Third, Alador instantly starts his work on sigil removal gloves. Several people didn't seem to have one in the epilogue, but it seemed like they were celebrating that kid getting his removed. Alador must have gone through many versions of the unbranding glove, and this one wasn't the one to blow up or something...?

Lastly, some Hexside Head-canons!

lots of more students start taking mixed tracks nearly immediately. I mean, we saw it in the epilogue, but I think as one of the final "screw you"s to Belos, lots of students just start practicing other magics.

The Hexsquad are some of the most popular students at the school, for saving the Boiling Isles and everything.

Gus becomes the reinstated president of the Human Appreciation Society. He has a lot more knowledge to share with the group. Many people in the group keep asking to go the human realm, now that they have a working portal. Before they can even think of going however, Gus grills them with pop quizzes and disguise tutorials to help them fit in with the Human Realm and not stand out too much.

Hunter enrolls into Hexside. Like Luz, he doesn't have a normal way of casting magic (seeing as he has a palisman magic implant), so like Luz he takes a bit of everything. He struggles with some offensive magic, (construction, elemental, etc) but he excels at teleportation. He doesn't cast spell circles that much like Luz. Meanwhile, Luz is happy to have someone in the study course as her.

After some time at the Owl House, Eda realizes Hunter has a dream of carving Palismen. She tells her Dad, and thus he shows him the ropes. He becomes an apprentice to Dell.

Hunter takes some time to carve his own Palisman. He most likely waits until after he's nearly completed his first year of Hexside. After carving Waffles, he no longer struggles, and he's twice as powerful as when he had Flapjack (cause twice the palisman magic, ehhh).

Hunter and Willow become an item a few months after defeating Belos.

For Hunter's last and only two years of Hexside, Willow and Him become Grom King and Queen. Willow's biggest fear is him dying and her being unable to save him. Hunter's biggest fear is Belos returning and attacking everyone he cares about. Hunter and Willow have their own version of the Lumity Grom dance. The last Grom Hunter goes to is where Hunter and Willow share their first lip kiss. (If you haven't noticed, I believe their relationship will be taken slowly.)

Hunter graduates with Honours from Hexside, and takes a full time apprenticeship with Dell instead of going to University. Hunter already knows what he wants to do and this is the best way to achieve it.

Amity also opts out from University after graduating, instead taking a real apprenticeship with Lillith.

Willow also opts out of University, instead pursuing professional Flyer Derby playing.

Gus graduates early, also with honors, and becomes a TA at the University for Wild Magic. He starts an exchange program with the Human Realm and teaches side courses about the Human Realm and it's historical connection with the Demon Realm.

Other Headcanons.

Not that Gus couldn't be Bisexual, but honestly I thought him Matt wouldn't be a thing. I think blushes equal crushes, and Matt and Gus don't blush around each other. Heck, Matt has shown interest in Celine and the little sister "Roka," and Gus has been blushy around Bria, but not Matt.

As for the couples, I'm not sure if Raeda is married in the epilogue or if they eventually get married. They might just be content with living with each other romantically.

Lumity will wait until Luz is finished University until they get married.

Huntlow will probably wait for the marriage until Hunter is near mid 20's.

Lumity and Huntlow will start having kids around the same time.

[baubeautyandthegeek]

The Bad Queen And The Good Queen – Angel!Elizabeth Woodville/Demon!Margaret Of Anjou

A/N: Day 2's fic for @transformativeworks ' 15th Anniversary challenge.

“The bad queen.” The name has stuck for centuries it feels like, but when Margaret of Anjou, demon spawn, lays eyes on the sobbing Angel of the realm she knows she will do whatever it takes to bring the girl to safety. “The true queen.” Elizabeth has heard that many times, an Angel on earth she had given herself to the King, drawn to him only to be cast aside as if she means nothing. The king had been wrong to do it, everyone agreed, but it’s only now, when the man has died that she gets to be loved. Now, face to face, Elizabeth has a choice, risk it all for a Demon’s love, or continue alone. Despite it all, despite the risk of her Angelhood, she falls willingly into Margaret’s arms, finding peace in her kiss.

[diahsthings]

Obey Me

Dress to impress

Continuing the dress idea. Surprising your date with your dress.

Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, Solomon x reader

Warning; full self indulgence. It's just too fun. No editing. Fluff. Forget grammar and spelling. Yolo. Maybe hints of smut. And I'm trying my best with them. But maybe ooc

Diavolo

Diavolo was all into you going to the human realm for the outfit. He was enthusiastic about what this traditional human dress could be. In red like him. But OMG that sent your brain to daydream about marrying Diavolo.

So many eyes are going to be on you. Diavolo is the Prince of Devildom. There were definitely whispers and rumors about the two of you. Especially as his DATE to the celebration.

Human as a date for the Prince. Gotta go big or call Asmodeus.

Time for the big reveal. Getting ready at the castle. Diavolo is waiting on his bed for you to show him your outfit.

"I know you are going to look ravishing." Diavolo's excited voice helped stop the nerves.

He stood the moment you opened the door. He was speechless. Diavolo adored you. Maybe the Prince of Devildom was hopelessly in love. Trying to keep it under wraps and secret for as long as possible. Ignore the rumors. Ignore the want to be openly loving.

"Hello, Dia." Turning and closing the door gently. Not noticing that Diavolo had quickly got up to meet her.

He couldn't get any words out. He leaned down cupping your face hesitating to make sure you wanted him to then kissing you trying to explain how he felt right now.

Breaking the kiss you smile. "Do you like it?" Laughing

Diavolo blushed "I can't...I don't know.. I never imagined... You look exquisite." He spun you around to take a look.

"so, tell me about this human tradition. What traditional outfit is this?" Brimming with curiosity.

"lehenga. Dupatta. And this type of nose ring is called a nath. Nose piercings are common with women. It's a silly superstition that it will help relieve the pain in childbirth." Laughing then choking a bit once you realized what you mentioned. To a demon with a breeding kink. Blushing at under his gaze.

"I will keep that in mind for the future." Winking.

The two of you looked the part of future king and queen of the Devildom. Plenty of whispers and looks from others. You definitely didn't go unnoticed. Diavolo showed you off all night all he was forced to do the duties of his title.

Barbatos

He knows. But there's a difference between that and enjoying the touch of it. Your boyfriend knew all.

You hear a knock at the door. You were staying in the castle to get ready. Barbatos was coming to find you to leave together for the celebration.

You smile softly as you let him in the room closing the door behind him. Blushing slightly hoping he loves it.

"I was trying to match you "

Kissing your forehead and putting his forehead against yours he smiles. "Thank you. You look magnificent."

I'm so sorry. That was terrible. I just do not know him very well. But I wanted to try at least.

Simeon

You were just as excited to see Simeon as he was about seeing you. He's gorgeous. Perfect. He was your not-boyfriend. Boyfriend in all ways but name. Trying to figure out how to make this happen.

There was an issue with his DDD and you headed over to Purgatory Hall. Knocking at the door. Simeon rushed to open the door. Stopping to take in all of you.

"you look so handsome, Simeon."

"you look ethereal. I'm so happy you said you would go with me to the party."

Yeah, that was bare minimum. I probably know the least about him from the original.

Solomon

He kept trying to find out what you were wearing. Your old wizard boyfriend was counting down the moment he could see the dress. He had an idea of what it could be. Solomon is human after all .

He suddenly heard a knock at his door. Confused he opened it and was shocked to see you. Surprising him.

His face was priceless. Such an adorable blush. As he let you in closing the door behind him.

"I'll not be letting you out of my sight. Can't trust anyone with a beauty like you." Taking your breath away with a passionate kiss.

"Soli, I love you."

"I love you my dove."

I ran out of steam. I love all of them but I cannot get their personalities as accurate.

Bonus:

Luke

Not romantic. He asked you to help him get ready and he wanted to make sure you two matched. Luke beat the brothers to coordinate outfits with his favorite human.

Luke was curious about your dress. But knew you two would match.

Arriving to meet Luke and Simeon at purgatory Hall.

Luke is excited to see you three matching.

Luke ends up holding on to the end of the saree all night or the fabric of the jacket of the lehenga. Eventually needing to be taken home by Simeon.

Luke had so much fun he fell asleep.

Thanks for making it this far. I had fun getting this out of my brain.

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Writing Game Week #1: Use These Prompts to Get Back Into Writing!

Prompt 1 Prompt 2 Prompt 3 Prompt 4 Prompt 5 Prompt 6 Rules: Sharing randomly generated prompts every day for a week. Create sth with it in only an hour (time yourself). Don't edit or proofread till the very end. Just. Write. Tags: cute idiotic fluff, voyeurism??, just two people being idiots really A/N: For this prompt, I chose Book I in the series, The Seven Realms (The Demon King). Feel free to pick wtv you like for your take. I colored the part I took from the book as well.

P.S. If you've never read the book/series, you'll be lost lol. I tried to leave as many context clues though so I hope you still enjoy it!

WC: 1637

Prompt 7: Turn to page 103 in Your favorite book, read the scene, and finish it yourself.

“Raisa swallowed hard and stepped into the shelter of the doorway. Amon planted a hand on Micah’s shoulder and propelled him down the corridor. But the look Micah fired at Raisa over his shoulder said this wasn’t the end of it.” 

Cowering back into her room, Raisa breathed out deeply, hand trembling as she carefully shut the door. Plopping herself onto the comfy mattress, her exhausted body spread like a starfish, she tried desperately not to think of Micah’s glare. 

It lingered on her skin. She hugged her body close, comforting herself, quickly switching topics in her mind. She thought of her fervent kiss with Amon; how his big arms embraced her and his worrying made her stomach twist with butterflies.

There was nothing to worry about, she reassured herself. Whoever made that tunnel must’ve died a long time ago.

“Whatever,” she mumbled under her breath, ignoring the creeping blush in her cheeks. “Let’s change out of this bothersome gown.”

While she did that, her mind continued to harass her, reminding her of how stupid it was to throw herself at Amon like that. He clearly didn’t seem to be into it. And something about that hurt the princess on a primal level. 

What was I thinking? Wearing a gown? Letting Magret know our secret place? Kissing him? Telling him about the tunnel? And now this whole mess with Micah?

Micah, who had sat in his room fuming, unable to believe that a man of the Queen’s Guard nevertheless dared emasculate him as such. Just like Raisa feared, this wasn’t over. Amon had made an enemy without even realizing it.

Bryne’s son was facing a difficult night of his own. Having seen Raisa after all these years sent his mind spiraling. Foolishly he tried to tell himself he didn’t know why. But he did. He absolutely did. Raisa in that gown? Raisa being the daring, do-first-think-later girl he admired? Raisa’s lips, her waist, her soft skin?

He shook his head; his movements deliberately slow as he undressed. He feared that if he moved any faster, it would prompt him to do something rash. Like go back, check on the princess, sweep her room—in the name of duty, of course, and then…well…things happen.

Then he remembered the tunnel. Raisa promised she’d do something about it but he knew her. She’s stubborn enough to think that it still posed no danger. 

Instinctively, his armor came back on and he retraced their steps back to the glass garden. Sure, he had to be up early. And yes, he probably wouldn’t hear the end of it from his dad if he’s incompetent tomorrow. It didn’t matter. He just wanted, nay needed, to know that the princess, his Raisa, was safe.

In no time, he was descending the ladder into the rat-infested pathway that led to her room. Worried she had already slept, he kept his footsteps light as he approached the end. It was hard to keep his breathing steady, though. His heart was beating too fast. Images that weren’t supposed to be running through his mind couldn’t stop emerging despite how hard they pushed them away.

Images of them kissing here only minutes ago. Images of what could’ve happened if he hadn’t stopped them. And why did he? Just why? Just because she’s the princess? Just because his righteous self wouldn’t let him?

His thoughts halted as he came to the door. Bracing himself, he put his hand to it and opened it slightly ajar. He paused to listen. Beyond the walls, he could hear the sound of water running. Perhaps the princess is taking a shower? 

Amon thanked the heavens. He thought he was going to have to work while Raisa slept. But if she was in her bathroom quarters, there was enough noise to cover his movements. He would work swiftly; board the door up before Raisa was done.

But Raisa was already drying herself off, seeing that she wasn’t enjoying her bath as much as she typically did.

Her mind had continued to incessantly worry over every little thing that happened throughout her long, exhausting day. It cut her bathtime short. She decided it was best she went to sleep; put an end to this day once and for all.

Wrapping her body up in a towel, she came out, steam trickling into the room, alerting her late-night intruder. He jumped, hiding behind the several dresses that hung in her wardrobe. Bones! He thought. She’s going to reach in here for clothes, isn’t she?

He glanced behind him. The door was already half boarded up. He couldn’t go back the way he came and come back later to finish his job. He was stuck. 

Raisa, unaware of her friend’s presence or his turmoil, shed the towel covering her up to the ground. Water rolled off her tan skin, dripping onto the soft rug beneath her soles. She went through the dresser near her bed, searching for a pair of undergarments suitable for bed. What pieces she deemed fit she threw onto her bed in one swift motion.

Amon watched. He didn’t want to. He begged his eyes to look away, tried to pry them off the lines of the princess’ curves or the fullness of her body. He remembered how firm yet frail it felt in his arms as he kissed her. How right it was to do so.

It was hard to stop. His lustful gaze followed her as she dressed. She bent over slightly to put on her underwear, covering her intimates first. Then, she glided a thin, pink nightdress over her glistening skin. It stopped at her knees, granting Amon a sheer view of Raisa’s front. 

Brushing her hair back, the blissfully unaware princess sat at her dresser to unbraid and brush her hair. Normally, Marget would be doing this for her. She didn’t mind doing it herself, though. 

Her mind drifted to Amon again as she combed through her hair. Where did he learn to kiss like that? It seemed to be the question that bugged her the most. Wouldn’t it be weird if I asked? She feared he’d jump to ridiculous conclusions.

He didn’t seem to have any trouble showing his jealousy, though, Raisa wondered idly, recalling how he reacted when she spoke of her suitors.

“It seems it’s going to be a long night.” The princess sighed to herself, giving up on brushing her hair just as she did with finishing that bath.

Not expecting to hear her talk, Amon startled where he stood, rattling a few hangers as he did. He held his breath and waited, closing his eyes and not wanting to see if Raisa had picked up on the noise. His heart danced wildly in his chest; his lungs filling up with air that begged to be released. 

Weary, he blinked open one eye. Raisa was still sitting there, only she was looking in his direction with fearful eyes. She can’t see me, he thought, but she did hear me.

Grabbing a pair of cutting scissors, Raisa slowly stood to her feet. In her panic, she seemed to forget about her state of undress as her light steps made their way to the closet.

Amon’s brain spiraled some more. Several scenarios ran through his brain, none of which were good. He tried to determine which one was the best case but came up empty. Exhaling loudly, the words came spilling out of him before he could even think.

 “I’m sorry Raisa,” he began quietly, “I only came because I was worried.”

The princess shrieked at her friend’s voice then quickly covered her mouth to muffle the sound. The last thing she wanted was to wake up the guards. Not with Amon here. Not with her dressed like this.

“Amon?” The name was a whisper in the air. “What in Hanalea’s bloody bones are you doing here?”

“I wanted that door boarded up.”

“I promised you I would do it!”

“Please.” He rolled his eyes. “We both know you wouldn’t have.”

The princess huffed, slamming open her closet doors to glare at her rude intruder. “What are you saying? That I’m stubborn?”

Amon’s eyes didn’t know where to look. He squirmed and fidgeted at the proximity of such breathtaking beauty. Face red, he replied, “Yes, Your Highness.”

“There you go calling me that again.”

“Would you look at yourself?” Amon’s eyes flicked to hers, tired of being the sane one here. “Look at yourself and tell me you’re not royalty.”

Embarrassed, Raisa hid her body behind clumsy arms. She looked away, turning to fetch a robe and cover herself up. Amon let out another heavy sigh.

“I’m sorry.”

Raisa stood there, too shy to speak. Tensed silence filled the room till she found her voice.

“I’m sorry, too.”

“For what?”

“For being stubborn, I suppose.”

Amon chortled, shoulders finally slumping back. “I’ll be going now…I didn’t mean to disturb you. Thought you’d be sleeping by now.”

“That makes the two of us.”

Amon smiled again. “Yeah, Da’ is never letting me live this one down.”

Raisa smiled back, stepping up and briskly patting his shoulders. “Well, then you’d better go soldier. And that’s an order from your soon-to-be queen.”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

She could tell from his tone he didn’t mean it that time, and her smile widened.

She let him out the door, bidding him good night once more. Before he walked away, however, she asked, “by the way…how long were you in my room for?”

Amon halted, heart stopping in his throat as he turned back around. “I’d only just come in.”

With that, he rushed down the hallway, fleeing what felt like the scene of a crime. Raisa cocked her head in question, but being too exhausted from overthinking things, she didn’t dwell on it.

Then she noticed how far along the door had been boarded up and realized her late-night visitor had been here longer than he should’ve been. The thought filled her with an inexplicable anxiety that kept her up all of that night.  

[silverloreleysfanfics]

A fix-it/post canon one-shot for TTEOTM, slight crossover with LBFAD. It's unrelated to my other idea, which is much bigger and will take a lot of time to be developed.

I wrote this in a single sitting, no edits, no beta, which is very not like me, but I had to get this out of my head so here it is.

Enjoy! Li Susu had started to go the border of the Mohe river when she found out she was pregnant. She didn't know why, it just felt like the only place that gave her some solace.

Or, perhaps, it was because of his words.

Tantai Jin had been afraid he'd be forgotten, that his love would have been forgotten, buried in the stories that would feel more meaningful in the centuries, stories of war and kings and gods, with not enough space for minor loves, no matter how important that love may have been.

How silly of him. As if Susu would be able to forget. As if the world had not been changed by his extreme act of compassion, an all-encompassing love that mutated the All-in-Distress Way into something purer and bright, that became the greatest peace the world had ever seen.

The child had been a surprise. Susu doubted he could have imagined it, how the Bo're life he made for the two of them would have not been fake at all, that it would have had this lingering, tangible, tie.

That the evidence of his love, not for the world, but for Susu and her only, would have been this real.

Susu was grateful, from the very first moment, the instant she discovered that little presence in her belly was a joy she didn't think she would have felt, not after losing him.

And so, Susu had been getting ready, he godly body allowing her to live the slow and long pregnancy with serenity and calm.

Apparently, godly babies took long time to develop and even longer to grow, Susu should have expected it since her diedie had told her how long he had to wait for her egg to hatch.

It gave her time to arrange quite a lot of things before her daughter was born, such as explaining everything that had happened, in truth, to the sects, and put in line Gongye Jiwu, and so forth. She also took the reins of the Demon Realm, which was not the sunken Barren Abyss anymore but a land on its own she could rule as the rightful queen of the deceased king.

All while hoping he'd come back soon. That he didn't lie, that he'd be there, by her side, once again.

But, in the end, when A'mi was born, it was just Susu to greet her.

Yet, that birth felt like a true new beginning. After all the tears and blood shed in their story, for tears and blood to mark the beginning of their daughter's life felt like Susu too was born anew.

Later on, with her newborn daughter in her arms, Susu had gone to the Mohe river, just the two of them.

There would be time, later on, to introduce the little princess to her kingdom, this was just for the three of them. Susu, A'mi, and Tantai Jin. Even if he wasn't there but in spirit, that little remainder of him closed tight in the scale near her heart.

It was dusk when Susu found in herself the will to move from the stone she had been sitting on. She had been unable to say a single word, just basking in the scenery, with all the love of her life tucked close to her chest.

Night fell quickly, and worried the child may feel chilly, she moved to leave, although her melancholic heart would have wished to stay some more.

As if answering to her longing, the night started to lit up, stars in the sky, fireflies from the grass.

Fireflies.

It was the first time Susu saw any near the Mohe river. It felt special. A gift, like the one a young emperor had once given to his wife.

The memory almost brought her to tears. Almost. Susu had promised herself she'd be strong for her child and cherish the memories without falling in despair over them.

She kissed her daughter's forehead and got ready to leave.

It was then that she felt something.

No, someone.

Susu turned towards the direction she felt the presence of. It wasn't hostile, in the slightest. It felt warm and bright, giving off the same sense of fulfillment and peace she had felt when she ascended and met the old gods.

Soon enough, a figure appeared: a woman, round-faced and beautiful, with long silky hair falling down her back and decorated by a complex golden crown of flowers and vines on top of her head, similar to the ones around her shoulders and waist, only decorations of her pristine white flowing dress.

She was smiling, just faintly, as if wanting to soothe her pain with kindness.

"Hello, Li Susu, it's nice to finally meet you"

"Who are you?"

"I'm Xi Yun, Goddess of Xishan"

Susu's eyes went wide. Weren't all the Gods dead? Wasn't she the only one left?

"I understand your confusion, Li Susu" Xi Yun said, apologetic "I'm sorry, I couldn't help you before"

"Why?"

"As long as you were a mortal, your Fate had to reach its completition, or you would have had to start all over again. Now that you're a Goddess, I can finally offer my support"

"I thought all Gods were gone"

"The old ones are" Xi Yun replied "I'm a new one as well, just like you, only a few centuries passed since my awakening, more for you, less for me. Time runs differently where I live"

"I don't understand"

"It's an ancient story. When the old gods perished, the rest of the Immortals left Shangquin Realm and moved up, in the heavens, founding the Immortal Realm of Shuiyuntian, separated from the fates of the mortal world for good. There already resided the Xilan clan, with their Goddess, a humble minor deity, one of the few left, along with Siming, Arbiter of Fate, and the potential to create a new God of War. When the Xilan clan fought and trapped the Evil God Tai Sui, the Goddess of Xishan perished and only her daughter remained. It would be too long to explain you all that followed, just know I am that daughter, I ascended to godhood a few centuries ago"

"I see" Susu nodded in acknowledgment "It's nice to know I'm not as alone as I feared"

Xi Yun's smile became a little sadder "I'm sorry you had to go through that alone, it was a terrible trial. That's why I'm here, I have to tell you something important"

A'mi chose that moment to complain, the cold of the night getting to her. As if moved by instinct, Xi Yun hovered her hand over the child, the baby blanket, plain until then, covered with a design of vines, orchids, and tiny moons.

"It's not much, but now this cloth will always shelter from the cold and ward off illnesses. I'm a deity of healing" she added, like an afterthought.

"Thank you"

Xi Yun shook her head "It's nothing, I'll bring a better gift next time we'll see each other. Today, I'm here to talk"

"I'll listen, then"

"The nature of True Immortals is unique. The old gods were True Immortals, therefore they could pass to the other stage of existence. So are we, you and me, and a few others. Your daughter too, with time, will become one" Xi Yun paused, then looked up "A True Immortal never fully dies. The Devil God was one of us, whether we like it or not, and since Tantai Jin absorbed its essence, he became one as well"

"Are you saying...?"

"If he stored his primordial spirit somewhere, even a small part of it, and didn't move to the next stage, he'll return"

Susu thought of she scale, the one containing his version of the Bo're life, in which there were his memories and wishes. The scale that was always warm, often coated by a shimmering that made it seem alive.

"How can you be certain?" she nevertheless asked, fearing to raise her hopes too soon.

"I saw it happen. My husband did the same, he sacrificed for me to destroy Tai Sui. I had to wait 500 years for him to come back to me, but he did, all thanks to a tiny soul vessel he left behind. Before that, it was the same for me, for I had unknowingly left a part of me in his heart and he was able to bring me back, with care and patience. True Immortals never fully die, Li Susu, this would go for you as well. I daresay it already happened"

"That's why you're here? To give me hope?"

"To help. A lot of energy is required for a True Immortal to come back, accumulate so much cultivation may take centuries, millennia even, in normal conditions. I'm here to offer my home, Xishan, which is rich in power, to help you bring back your husband sooner. It's the least I can do"

"Will there be a price for it?"

"You'll have to leave this world for a very long time. As I said, time runs differently in the Immortal Realm, mere hours there, are years here"

"How long do I have to decide?"

"All the time you want, it's an open offer, Li Susu, I'll never take it back" she gently took Susu's hand and made a little object appear on the palm, a tiny golden orchid "Call for me when you're ready"

And with that, she disappeared, leaving Susu alone with A'mi and her thoughts. There would be things to settle, people to warn, arrangements to make, but Susu didn't have doubts, she would accept Xi Yun's offer. No place in the mortal world had enough energy to bring him back, and the idea of waiting thousands of years just to see him again was unbearable.

She'd have Tantai Jin back sooner than later. She owed it to him and to their daughter, they deserved to know each other and be the family they needed.

§

Xi Yun greeted her with open arms and a kind smile. Her home in Xishan, she explained, was a replica of her shifu's palace, Simingdian, which her husband Dongfang Qingcang had rebuilt for her after her rebirth, a perfect replica, down to the number of flowers in the garden.

They had many similarities, Xi Yun and Li Susu, the stories of their loves filled with common traits.

It made Susu feel less alone, understood in depth. When Xi Yun told her of the moment she had to sacrifice her love for her duty towards the world, Susu finally was able to cry out the bitterness she had held onto until then, the betrayal she had felt when she realized Tantai Jin had lied to her and intended to die alone and for good.

In the end, Xi Yun begged her to call her with her old name, Xiao Lanhua, for her friends and family called her so, and Susu felt the need to ask for her whole story, now that she had the time to hear it. Xiao Lanhua insisted to hear hers too, in exchange, and Susu found out that was something she desperately needed.

They shared memories, exchanged experiences, became friends. Susu never had true friends before, her sect siblings were intimidated by her, as Ye Xiwu she didn't have close connections, just Pian Ran and only for a very short time. Pian Ran, Susu said, was almost a sister, and maybe they would have become sisters for real, since Ye Qingyu had loved her so much, but death had come for both Pian Ran and Ye Xiwu, and they never met again.

Susu had never been able to mourn for Pian Ran until she had been in Xishan, and Xi Yun had helped her with that. The fox demon wouldn't reincarnate, or so they thought, until Xiao Lanhua came back from the original Simingdian, the one in Shuiyuntian, with a bright smile.

"I found her destiny book" she explained "She'd just started her tribulations, her fate is still tied to that of Ye Qingyu"

"How?"

"Fate has its ways" was the enigmatic reply. Xi Yun refused to elaborate, but the knowledge was enough to soothe Susu's heart.

§

The scale that held Tantai Jin's primordial soul shimmered in the daylight and glowed at night, constantly fed with energy coming from Xishan's sacred ground.

A'mi was eternally fascinated by it, trying to reach it with her tiny hands every time Susu went to check on it with her daughter in her arms.

When the first century passed, and A'mi started to talk, she'd blabber endlessly at the scale, as if she knew her father was listening.

Susu never talked to it, instead. She intended to keep her promise and say everything she had to once he'd be back to her.

§

Sometimes, Susu left Xishan and went back to check how things were in the mortal world. Nian Baiyu and Yue Fuya, who had married decades before, took great care of both the Yiyue tribe and the Demon kingdom in her absence. They were always happy to see her, but had learned not to ask about the return of her husband.

Spending time in the mortal realm without A'mi, wasn't a problem, given how differently time ran, A'mi barely realized her mother was gone, even more so when Xiao Lanhua and her friends kept her occupied and cared for.

But soon, it was Susu that wanted to take A'mi with her. The mortal realm and the Demon kingdom were hers, as much as Xishan was pleasant to live in, they'd eventually come back to that, and A'mi was supposed to know her roots. Gongye Jiwu had frowned when he had first met her again, after the war. He had listened, he had even apologized, owning his mistakes and misconceptions. She had never quite forgiven him, but he had matured greatly and, when Susu finally brought A'mi with her to the immortal sect, he had been the most kind and generous uncle there could be.

They had visited the tombs of both her father and uncle, that day, and Susu allowed Jiwu to speak about them to A'mi, who listened with the same rapt attention she did when Susu talked about Tantai Jin.

It was when Susu realized she had been talking about him to A'mi as if he was dead and would never return. When she realized she hadn't given herself permission to truly hope for his return. That she had buried him in the tombstone he had carved for himself and decided not to believe in his lie, even if his lie could become a truth.

That night, when she and A'mi went back to Xishan, Susu went and apologized.

The scale glowed a little warmer, kindly, a nod of forgiveness.

"I'll be waiting. Just come back. Please, just come back to me" she pleaded.

It dimmed again, saddened. Perhaps, he didn't believe in it enough either.

It was fine, she'd believe in it for the both of them.

§

Another century passed. A'mi became a toddler, a mischievious one hard to keep in check, and she always, always, went to see the scale whenever something new or exciting or sad happened to her.

Susu had met everyone in Xiao Lanhua's family, in the meantime, especially the Yuezun, Dongfang Qingchang. He was a silent, almost scary person, who turned into a real softie whenever in his wife's presence. They were nothing but sweet with each other, even their occasional bickering felt affectionate.

Susu almost envied them, if not for the fact they were evidence she could have a future like theirs too.

"The hardest time was the waiting" he told Susu, unexpectedly, one day. They had never talked much, he wasn't a man of many words, so it surprised her.

"I was always worried I would do something wrong, that she would be lost to me forever" he turned to look at Xiao Lanhua playing in the grass with A'mi and the kids Jieli took with her, and smiled "Things fell into place, in the end. They always do, with enough perseverance"

Then he just left, as if he hadn't just tried to give her courage.

Susu appreciated it, nevertheless, and turned to the scale.

"You'd better move, Tantai Jin. I'm getting tired of doing everything on my own, here" she scoffed.

Somehow, she could tell he was grinning.

§

A'mi was much more independent as of late, a real source of trouble, so Susu accepted all the help she was offered to exhaust the little troublemaker until night fell and she could be tucked to sleep. That day, the programme was for her to join Jieli's kids up the mountain for a lesson about birds and other small animals that lived in Xishan.

Obviously, A'mi loved animals, to no one's surprise she could communicate with them with ease, a trait she was very proud to share with her father's tribe.

What Susu didn't expect, was for her daughter to come back from the little trip with a large raven perched on her shoulder and no intention of sending it away, no matter her mother's horror at the idea.

It took the better part of an hour to convince the small girl that ravens weren't supposed to live in houses and they could play everyday even if it lived outside, on the trees near the palace.

"This is your fault, Tantai Jin" Susu pouted in the end "She's more stubborn than you"

The scale glimmered a bit.

"Ah, we will see how you'll control here once you'll be out of there, you hear me? This will be your problem too"

The proud glow around the scale didn't dim for the whole day.

§

It was night, A'mi was sleeping soundly, the raven perched on her windowsill in silent watch.

Susu couldn't sleep. Every time she tried to close her eyes, she had nightmares of their worst moments. The night she whipped him when he didn't deserve it.

The time she accused him of being unable to change when he had just defended himself. The moment she pierced his heart with the Heart-Shattering Nails and he had looked at her with such pain and betrayal, yet love, the same the imbued his despair later in the prison and then again when, five hundred years later, she had rejected him and denied them a future she too wanted.

The day she killed him, his face so serene despite it all.

She got up in tears and went out, grasping for air.

It wasn't the first time it happened, it was a recurring thing, just like she used to have flashbacks of the extermination of her sect brothers and sisters, of her uncle and father, back before her time trip.

Oftentimes, Xiao Lanhua was there, ready to help, but that night she was in Cangyanhai, as it was fair, next to her husband, and Susu ached more than ever, guilt and pain and grief shattering her from the inside and she thought her heart would break all over again, just like that night in the crypt, when she had seen the tombstones.

"I want to believe. I do. But you make it so hard," she chastized, her sadness morphing to anger in a moment "Why did you have to lie? Why couldn't you just tell me you didn't want to come back? Why you must be so cruel?"

She let herself fall to the ground, looking up with tear-filled eyes at that piece of nothing she had left, a mere handful of memories and some lingering warmth that could or could not morph back into a person.

"Are you even trying? Or did you give up on us?" she asked in the end, voice broken.

She didn't give herself the chance to read a reaction that could be only in her imagination - wishful thinking and nothing more - and left.

§

And then, then, it happened.

Just not in the way anyone expected.

The scale simply fell to the ground, not held mid-air by the combined power of Xishan and its own cultivation. Dimmed and empty, it clattered on the wood underneath its centuries-old resting place.

Susu's blood froze at the sight.

It wasn't supposed to happen like this. This wasn't supposed to happen.

Xiao Lanhua had come back as Xi Yun in a flurry of flower petals and light, emerging from the orchid her husband had taken care of.

Dongfang Qingcang had morphed from the Bone Orchid Moon back into existence in a quick flash, an immediate thing, instant and sudden.

Neither their vessels had just emptied like that.

With trembling hands, Susu knelt on the ground and picked the scale. It was cold and unresponsive.

Susu blacked out, her only focus on that shred of hope lost, the tiny bit of a once great dragon that, just like Ming Ye's true body at the bottom of the Mohe river, had dissolved without trace.

For an eternal moment, she couldn't speak or even move, didn't hear or see anything.

Then she heard A'mi's high-pitched squeal and shot up in alert, motherly instinct surpassing even her bone-deep grief.

She ran to the direction of her daughter's voice and then she realized it wasn't in pain or fear: A'mi was laughing, filled with cheer and glee.

Susu's running heart fell at once, and then picked back up, much stronger, at the sight.

For a moment, she thought she had fainted and hallucinating, then A'mi called for her.

A'mi who was in her father's arms, both smiling with such similar expressions that Susu chastized herself for never having noticed. Perhaps because A'mi smiled a lot more than Tantai Jin ever had the chance to.

"I don't think you're going to need that old thing anymore, my wife" he grinned, nodding towards the scale she was still grasping in her hand.

"I really hope so, husband, for your own good" was her reply.

She ran down the stairs and he caught her with his free arm by the waist, then leaned his forehead on hers.

For a long moment, it was only them, head to head, breathing the same air, sharing warmth, and then, only then, Susu allowed herself to believe it was real.

With a pleased squeal, A'mi hugged both their heads, and Susu couldn't but laugh and rise an arm to hug her back, clutching both her most beloved people close to her, as much as she could.

She was never, ever going to let them go, she swore.

§

Xiao Lanhua had been ecstatic to finally meet him, and Tantai Jin thanked her for the hospitality and help.

He had some perception, from inside the scale, so he knew and felt most of what happened outside in its immediate vicinity, it turned out.

Then, Xiao Lanhua had offered to leave the place for the little family to themselves for a few days. She was supposed to attend her duties as Yuezhu, anyway, and she'd come back with everyone to celebrate later on.

"I'm happy for you, Susu" the Goddess of Xishan said "But I'll also be sorry when you'll leave"

"The advantage of being True Immortals is that we have all the time and all the power so see each other again" she replied.

Xiao Lanhua nodded and smiled, then turned to leave.

Like an afterthought, she came back and whispered "If you need me to take A'mi with me at some point, you just have to call me"

Susu's face reddened, but she nodded and both laughed and said goodbye.

§

Putting A'mi to bed that night had been a huge ordeal, she was so excited, had so much curiosity and things to tell to her father and had all the eagerness to hear him reply, reply for real, that it was impossible to calm her down.

Eventually, they caved in and let the child stay in her father's arms until she fell asleep, while all three were sitting in her bed.

"You'll have to put her down, sooner or later" Susu pointed out.

"I have a few centuries to make up for, just let me hold her a bit more"

"Why, do you plan to die again?"

"Depends, do you plan to kill me again?"

They looked at each other and realized it was just too soon to jest about it. He looked away first.

"I had no other choice, and neither did you"

"I know" she slumped by his side and leaned her head on his shoulder and pouted "Still, I'm going to make you pay for doing this to me"

"I look forward to it" he whispered.

"You!" she jumped up, then realized she almost woke her daughter and lowered her voice, although the indignation was still there: "I didn't mean..."

He feigned innocence "What did you mean, then?"

She slapped his arm and both chuckled a bit, then she leaned back again.

"You were right, Li Susu, I took too long"

"You're here now, it's all that matters. Don't do it again"

She could feel his smile in her hair, just before he kissed her forehead.

"Okay"

It felt like a promise, but with him, Susu could never tell. She'd have to be fine with what she had, the few certainties she had.

The three of them, together.

Anything else, they could handle.

[impider]

DOSSIER CHEAT SHEET. [ let's do this one last time . . . ]

BASICS

LEGAL NAME : jesoluba jesiah amal eze [ a very religious yoruba name that he is extremely protective and secretive of . his first two names mean ' jesus is king ' and ' the lord exists ' , respectfully . he hasn't told anyone his full real name since adopting his moniker as a high school freshmen . he never plans to again due to a combination of how seriously he takes his faith , his culture and the ridicule he suffered from racially ignorant school children and communities growing up as a black / yoruba young man in london ] . NICKNAME[S] : kulta [ primary nickname , a chosen moniker that he exclusively goes by in friendly and even professional environments . it is a finnish name that means ' gold ' ] . king kulta / kulta king [ his chosen name / moniker in full ] . eshu-elegba [ literally do not ever call him this or even utter this name in his presence . this is the name of the yoruba crossroads deity that he made a deal with to gain his powers and fame . he is very strict about the fact that he is not the crossroads deity , but merely taking their place and paying back a debt . kulta can be summoned at the crossroads by this name , but again , being so religious , he believes saying it will summon the original deity and bring on some wicked onslaught ] . SPIDER TRICKSTER / CROSSROADS SPIDER / DEMON SPIDER [ " you rang ? " ] . jj / jay - jay [ in reference to his real name . exclusively for his parents , uncle and those bastard cousins that wanna claim him after his come up ] . DATE OF BIRTH : the twenty - fourth of october [ it should be mentioned that kulta follows the yoruba calendar and doesn't believe in western zodiacs or birth charts . instead , he recognizes his birth month as being dedicated to Ṣìgìdì - Òrìṣà of Òrún-Apadi, the realm of the unsettled spirits and the ghosts of the dead that have left Aye and are forsaken of Òrún-Rere (Heaven) ] . GENDER : cis man . PLACE OF BIRTH : london , england in the queens borough . [ his london has been split into boroughs similar to new york named after the monarchy ] . CURRENTLY LIVING : inter dimensional traveling tour bus . SPOKEN LANGUAGES : yoruba [ first language ] , fon , bariba , dendi , french , german [ conversational , taken in school ] , and english . EDUCATION : high school . HAIR COLOR : black . EYE COLOR : light brown . HEIGHT : 6'1" / 185.4 cm . WEIGHT : 168 lbs / 76.2 kg .

FAMILY INFORMATION

SIBLING[S] : none . PARENT[S] : anuoluwapo " anu " tiwa eze [ mother , alive ] . adebiyi amal eze [ father , alive ] . RELATIVE[S] : bamidele adisa eze [ paternal uncle , missing ] . CHILDREN : none . PET[S] : there's an orange cat with zero braincells that lives on the tour bus . kulta refuses to name it because he keeps telling his band they're not keeping it . it's been there for two years now .

RELATIONSHIP INFORMATION

SEXUAL ORIENTATION : he hates you , don't worry . RELATIONSHIP STATUS : as multiship as it gets but he's mean and noncommittal . SINCE WHEN : " you tryin t' marry me or something ? issa nice day for a white wedding , innit ? "

tagged by : @hatethepm + @fangwebs [ TY. KISSES FOR MY FRIENDS ] .

tagging : mostly everyone i know has been tagged , but if you haven't and you see this , i'm tagging you ! [ jk , special tag for the love of my life , @spidersiren ] .

[7sweater-weather7]

watching and dreaming favorite things pt. 2 for the time skip :)

and a little of the outro maybe

- the bats appearing again, this time WITH STEVE.

- EDA REMAKING HER NEST INTO A PLACE FOR RAINE TO SLEEP AND LAYING DOWN ON THEIR CHEST <333

- EDA AND LILY REUINITING

- AMITY PICKED LUZ UP THIS TIME INSTEAD OF THE OTHER WAY AROUND

- ANOTHER CANNON LUMITY KISS

- CAMILA SPINNING LUZ AROUND

- EDA BEING NERVOUS MEETING CAMILA. CAMILA DRAGS BOTH EDA AND KING INTO A GROUP HUG

- HOOTY AND LULUS REUNION

- HOOTY WAKING UP LIKE THE ANIME GIRL HE IS WGAISGAKAGQJ

- EDA LAYING IN RAINS LAP

- HOOTY WRAPPING LILY IN A GIANT HUG.

- KING GIVING FRANÇOIS TO THE COLLECTOR

- RAINE AND EDA JUST BEING TOGETHER <333

- RAINE AND EDA FALLING ALSEEP TOGETHER AGAKSGAKAHKAGAHA

- THE COLLECTOR BEING FRIENDS W EVERYONE

——

- LUZ’S COLLEGE AGE LOOK

- LUZ GOING TO A MAGICAL UNIVERSITY <33

- CAMILA *STILL* WEARS HER LITTLE PIN.

- THE PICTURES LUZ KEPT. HUNTER GOT TO GO TO GROM WHICH MEANS HE WENT TO SCHOOL!!!

- “it’ll be nice to see everyone again after all this time” “it’s been a week.”

- VEE. VEE VEE VEE VEE VEE VEE VEE VEE VEE VEE VEE

- VEE HAS A NOSE PIERCING.

- VEE WEARS A SHIRT THAT IMPLIES SHE GOES FROM THE HUMAN REALM TO THE DEMON REALM AS SHE PLEASES/THINKS OF BOTH OF THEM AS HOME

- BUFF WILLOW BUFF WILLOW BUFF WILLOW BUFF WILLOW

- HUNTER CARVES PALISMEN. HUNTER CARVES PALISMEN. HUNTER CARVES PALISMEN.

- DELL MENTORS HUNTER

- HUNTER HAS A NEW PALISMEN??

- HUNTERS NEW OUTFIT OMG

- HUNTLOW ISNT CANNON BUT THERES SO MANY CRUMBS <33

- THEY HAVE A GRAVE FOR FLAPJACK

- “thank you for finding me - H” IM SOBBING

- LILITHS NEW LOOK OH MY GOD LILITH

- LILITH CARRIES HOOTY AROUND

- AMITY KEPT HER PURPLE HAIR <333

- LILITH AND AMITY FRIENDSHIP???

- HARPY LILITH HARPY LILITH OH MY GOD HARPY LILITH

- SKARA. SKARA OMG

- ALADOR HELPING TO GET RID OF THE SIGILS AND ODALIA BEING NOWHERE IN SIGHT

- RAINE WHISPERS OH MY GOD RAINE RAINE RAINE RAINE

- DARIUS AND ALADOR AGAIAHAKAGAKSAK

- DARIUS RUBBING HUNTERS HEAD AND HIS LITTLE SMILE OH😭😭😭

- RAINES PALISMAN.

- EDRIC, WHO AT ONE POINT SEEMED TO THINK HE WAS STUPID, BECAME A TEACHER. I LOVE THAT. IT ALSO LOOKS LIKE HE KEPT THE BAT PALISMAN <3

- GUS, WHO AT ONE POINT DEFINITELY CONSIDERED HIMSELF STUPID BECAME A TEACHER

- ALSO HIS NEW LOOK AND HIS HAIR OMG.

- HEADMASTER EDA BECAUSE THE SYSTEM ISNT CORRUPT ANYMORE SO NOW SHE LOVES THE SCHOOL YES PLEASE

- SHE HAS A HOOK HAND

- RAINES LITTLE HAPPY WAVE TO EDA💕💕💕

- RAEDA EARRING SWAP

- KING. JUST KING.

- THE BAT QUEENS CHILDREN

- KINGS GLIFS

- THE WHOLE “BYEEE” THING OMG MY HEART IS SHATTERED

- MORE HUNTLOW, RAEDA AND LUMITY CRUMBS

- I JUST NOW REALIZED LUZS PANTS HAVE SYMBOLS OF ALL THE TYPES OF MAGIC. CRYING.

- OLDALIA NOT BEING PRESENT IN THE TIME SKIP AT ALL <3

[petrikaira]

The Butler

Chapter 2: The Forest (The Past)

Pg 2 (Previous, First chapter)

Rating: T for Teen

Cw: Mind control

“Valko. Stop,” Liita, Queen of the fae, commanded in her perfectly sickly sweet voice. 

The magic, layered with his true name and the glow of her eyes,  took hold like a hand anchoring him through his brain. His hands curled in the fresh earth. His legs dug themselves in. He slowed, almost careening into a tree. Go, he begged himself, but it was quiet. Barely a whisper in the corner of his mind.

His Queen had commanded him. And he needed to stay put. 

“You’ve been a very bad doggy.” She landed before him in her stupid, perfect glory. Her faintly green hands cling to her hips. “And a very bad butler.”

Valko’s tail drooped. He whined, just like the doggy she called him. He hated being called a doggy. He shouldn’t be trying to please her, so well, not like this. 

Wait. That was wrong. He shouldn’t be trying to please her, full stop.

“And you’re going to come back, and apologize to us and our entire kingdom, aren’t you, doggy?”

She sneered at him, perfect pink lips parting. Unlike her husband, he knew those pretty lips held fangs as long as his. Unlike her husband, he knew she used them to rip apart those who went against her. 

Valko fought against the grip on his mind. He didn’t want to go with her. He wanted to run back into the forest, far and deep until he found the gateway to Hell and escaped her grasp. The fae royals couldn’t follow him there, not without petitioning the devil for access to the infernal realms. There the fae could no longer toy with him. There, the fae would have to do a series of paperwork to allow a contingency from their realms access to even look at all, and Valko knew that wasn’t something the fae would do. They would never submit to a demon’s deal. 

He wanted to keep going. To run back to Hell, even though he knew he would not be safe there. Yes, he had wronged her. He knew that the path back was as bad as the path forward. Either way, he faced an evisceration of himself. Her eyes caught his.

Something in his mind snapped. He had wronged her. He had been a very bad doggy. A very bad butler. 

A crash through the trees. Mifispectuus, the fae king, strode through them. His gleaming, long blonde hair floating around him like sunlight and his gossamer dragonfly wings languidly beating. As always, Valko was unarmed by his perfectly sculpted face. 

“You’ll be coming with us, won’t you, Valko? Forgiveness is only there for those who come,” Mifispectuus said, lightly floating down to stand before them with the moons in his eyes glowing like the night sky.

Valko wanted to throw himself at his feet and beg for forgiveness. To kiss at the proffered royal hand, to let the fae King and Queen do whatever they wanted with him. He had been so, so bad, and only they could allow him to make it right. He salivated at the thought of it.

“I will come,” he heard his own voice say, as if from afar. 

“Stand,” Queen Liita said.

He stood. 

King Mifispectuus held out a perfectly formed hand, pale fingers blushed with the color of moss. “Take my hand. We are going home.”

Valko took it. He savored the fact his king was letting him touch him at all. 

Queen Liita led them, picking her way across the wildly growing bushes and the scorched earth. She waved a magnanimous hand and put out burning blue fires. Her presence guided them. He was glad to follow in her shoes. 

The mushrooms of the fae ring had grown in a perfect circle now, back where he had run from them. So silly to have run. Home. With his majesties. Right through the pillow buttons of red and polka dot, right back to the fae court. 

Home. 

He stepped in to the fairy ring, King Mifispectuus’ hand in his. Cool. Wings still. The Queen turned, her green eyes sparkling.

“That’s a good doggy. Come home, now.”

And the earth opened and swallowed them whole.

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[valentine-cafe]

A reader in relationship with a super rich character who is spoiling them. The reader thought getting anything and everything, living like a royal is all they ever wanted but now that they have it...

Things are still not right.

Being in such a position came with unexpected pressure. From people and from themself...

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⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ valerius / gn reader ꒱ being the spouse of a man considered to be the demon king, you had everything handed to you on a silver platter. however, the anxieties within you start to stir until you feel an increasing pressure on your shoulders

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𖹭. being married to someone considered the demon king certainly came with its perks. for instance, total invincibility. valerius would be damned again than let anything happen to you - and not only was he a frightening demon but the fourth rhytaari. no one would so much as come near his beloved. lest they wanted them and their lineage to be cursed for several centuries.

𖹭. apart from that, it also meant that you were spoiled beyond measure by your husband. anything that you wanted was yours with a mere click of his finger. one of his favourite gifts was jewellery. donning you in all sorts of necklaces, earrings and bracelets from all over the realms. gold from zenith, opal from nadir. whatever he could get his hands on, whatever you wanted - it was yours.

𖹭. not to mention that your demon lover was far from the cold type when it came to you. frightening and intimidating to everyone else, but to you - a gentleman who showered you with affection.

𖹭. you were praised as his queen/king within his temple. by his servants, demons and members of his cult. a part of you liked the attention; but it also left you feeling a bit pressured whenever he was not around. the keen eyes of his subjects and those who would visit the temple.

𖹭. next to him you were a mere mortal. well - the soul of the mortal he brought down to the abhorration instead of letting you pass on to the afterlife. he couldn’t bear to be separated from you, so he took you along with him. you thought you’d adjusted to the realm and your new life; but with the added pressure, you now weren’t too sure.

𖹭. it would soon bleed into you not feeling comfortable even when you were around him. which resulted in you distancing yourself from him, something he of course noticed. at first he thought it was due to him being particularly busy as of late -

𖹭. but he’d observe you. watching your mannerisms. seeing how you felt. . . more weighed down. and when he finally approached you on the matter. grabbed your waist in that tender way that he always does, pressed you down on his throne and kneeled down, holding onto your hands and silently coxing you to tell him what befell his beloved’s heart. . . you burst and told him everything

𖹭. “αγάπη μου,” (my love )  he mutters. reaching a gold hand up to stroke his thumb along your cheek. swiping away tears and leaning down to press a soft kiss atop your thigh. “why would you do such to yourself? why deceive yourself with such lies? you are perfect.”

𖹭. he would rise you out of his throne only to seat and pull you into his lap directly after. rest your head against his chest and rub tender fingers into your back. “you feel as though you are not good enough for me? a demon? a prince of the damned?” a soft chuckle leaves him as he presses a kiss atop your head.

𖹭. “I brought you here to be my spouse. to relinquish your worries and keep you safe, sound. . . happy - with me. not to put you under pressure. you needn’t ‘live up to me’ - you are perfect as you are.”

𖹭. the day would be filled of him cuddling up to you. keeping you near. it would bleed into the week. and once the members of his cult found out what you were telling yourself? they rushed over like kicked puppies. profusely apologising, praising and telling you that there was no need to worry because you were ‘amazing, magnificent, glorious and every epitome of -’ ( valerius grew tired of them )

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Standing when you do, Itachi reaches for your hand once again and kisses your knuckles with a charming smile while Sakura is distracted saying her goodbyes to Sasuke.

“I look forward to seeing you again on our wedding day, princess. I promise it’ll be a day to remember.” The demon does feel a little bad knowing he’s not the one you want to marry and that this wedding probably won’t include anything you want so he hopes you at least give him the chance to make the day fun for you.

Of course he’s not surprised when a disgusted look crosses your face as his lips touch your skin, pulling your hand away from him so quickly you almost stumble backwards.

Watching you storm out of the cafe with your guards and parents close behind trying to get you to look a little happier about getting to marry the future king of the demon realm.

As the days pass and the dreaded day of my wedding to Itachi grows near, I spend more and more time with Neji. He was my rock through everything. He held me gently as I cried into his shoulder when my mother had come to take me to my first dress fitting. Since the ceremony was to be held in the human realm at a park since demons weren't allowed here in the heavens but we angels could go to their realm whenever we choose, my mother thought it would be lovely for me to show a little more skin than usual.

I hated the low cut back of the dress, but it was necessary for my wings for when I had to go down into the demon realm and stake my post as Itachi's queen and bride.

"Neji, I don't want to have to leave you." I whine as I curl up into his arms as he lightly kisses my forehead and runs his hands over my braids.

"Run away with me then." He jokes, his arms tightening around me and I giggle lightly at his playful joke. Neji knew that my father would hunt us both down if we even try to run and him the Hyuga being a high ranking angel and me the princess, he would be cast out of the heavens.

I jump out of Neji's arms when I hear my mother's voice outside the library door. "Kirei, dear, its time to go."

[ace-squid]

alright

Enchanting Grom Fright

Knock Knock Knockin on Hooty’s Door

Thanks to Them

2

Hunter

Eda

Flapjack (rest in peace)

Camila

“I AM KING AND QUEEN. BEST OF…BOTH THINGS”

“Long story short, this is my grave. Want me to make you one too?

“Do not underestimate me belos, for I am The Good Witch Luz! Child of the Human Realm, student of the Demon Realm, And Warrior of peace! ...NOW EAT THIS SUCKAA!!”

Gus & Willow :)

Vee & Camila (that counts i think)

LUMITY

That one smooth kiss scene (crikey!)

THAT scene in Eda’s Requiem (you know the one)

The credits of Watching and Dreaming (hunter you idiot :))

The song in Enchanting Grom Fright

Eda’s Requiem

The Collectors Theme (i know its in season 2 but its in this one more and i love it)

All of the Eda vs Lillith scenes

Amity vs Hunter

Luz vs Belos (obviously)

Thanks to Them

Watching and Dreaming

THERE

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