#kit marlowe x reader

[jcbbby]

Dani, Dani I'm sobbing, I'm afraid I am in dire need of a fic inspired by this

Took all of my breath away, I need him to say this to me

HELL YES, YOU GOT IT BABY this is a little short though, I'm sorry... :/

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You and Kit sat before the fireplace, sharing celebratory wine after opening night of his new play. It was a great success, having sold out and received a standing ovation. You beamed with pride as he took to the stage and took his own bow. He was adored by so many, but he was always most adored by you. His brilliant mind, sharp wit, and angelic looks. It was hard not to fall in love with him.

It was likewise with you. Kit had fallen for your intelligence, your poise, and your dark humor that always surprised him coming from your equally angelic looks; but he loved the shock whenever you struck him with it.

It was curious how well you two got on. Both of you had the tendency to lose your temper, to withdraw, or to be sharp tongued or short with people. You sometimes wondered if there was a missing piece in your brains. But perhaps you each held the other's absent part, fitting together like a puzzle piece, filling in the other's empty spaces.

"Another classic for Christopher Marlowe, I think." You smiled, holding your glass up. "A toast to you, my love."

Kit grinned, bringing is glass to lightly tap yours. "It would be nothing without my muse, my inspiration. To both of us, darling."

Both of you brought your glasses to your lips, swigging a sip back. You shuffled yourself to lean back into Kit's chest as he brought an arm around you, resting just above your chest. Gazing at the fire, you sat in peaceful silence for a moment. The warmth of the flame and the wine washing over you.

"You know..." Kit cleared his throat. "I've been meaning to discuss something with you."

"Hmm?" You kept your gaze on the fire.

"Well...I've been meaning to ask you something."

You craned your neck up at him. "Ask me what?"

You could feel Kit tense up under you. He placed his glass down beside him, adjusting the both of you so he could look at you.

"Darling...I've been thinking lately, about how you've always been there for me. How you've been a source of light and peace for me these last few years. And...I've wanted to demonstrate how I promise to be the same for you." He paused, searching your eyes.

You chuckled. "Kit, I already know that. Of course you are."

His expression remained stoic, reaching into his breast pocket. "Yes, but...well, what I'm trying to say...my love, I want to make you my wife." Out of his pocket, he pulled a golden ring with a small emerald gem in the center.

Your smile, lingering still from your chuckle, fell. "Oh, Kit...I...I'm flattered and awestruck. What a beautiful ring...but, y-you don't want to marry me, surely. A union with me...is...is a union to a life of misery. I am not well. I can be erratic, I can be cruel, I can disappear. You'll damn yourself to a life of hell with me. I-I-I fear I would drain your soul, darling."

Your eyelids hung heavy over your eyes as you felt tears begin to prick them. You hung your head, keeping your gaze on the magnificent ring Kit had presented; your heart sinking in your chest. Kit brought his other hand up, lifting your chin to look at him.

"I am well aware of your moods, and I care not." His expression had softened, looking deep into your soul with pleading eyes.

"Kit, but-"

He held a finger to your lips. "Not another word. We both know each other well enough to know we share the same dispositions, the torment that both of our minds release upon us on any given day but-" He paused, turning to take his glass of wine from where he set it down, and held it up. "If your love cost me my soul, then here's to damnation, darling. We'll descend together."

Staring at him, a smile returns again to your face as the tears spill over. You hold your glass up to his, toasting with him again, before bringing the glass to your lips for another sip.

"So...it is decided?" He asks, holding the ring up again.

You nod. "Yes. This beautifully unholy union shall be."

You hold out your hand, and Kit gingerly slides the ring on to your finger. He brings the newly decorated hand up to his lips, placing a kiss, before pulling you hand first into him to meet you at your lips. When you part, you stare into each other's eyes for a moment, both of you unable to keep your grins at bay.

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me & the devil | jamie x reader

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mood song: me and the devil by soap&skin

[newsmutproject]

Cunning Linguists Author Interview: T.C. Mill

Marlowe remained close to him, too close to meet his eyes. “Your pardon,” he said without a sign of remorse. His hand cupped Will’s cheek, tracing the bone, leaving another stripe of ink. He felt it drying on his skin, sable heat. He pulled back just enough to see it marking Marlowe’s lips, too.

So it had happened, then.

“Why … my pardon?”

“For the sake of your soul. They say it is a sin.” This time he spoke of damnation with something more gentle than delight, but still not regret, not anything close to it.

No more than Will felt. “If my lips have the sin they took … willingly … ” If some in their wills counted bad what he thought good, they only reckoned up their own abuses; he was that he was. As much a sinner as you, he thought, even if he was in no way as accomplished as this consummate blasphemer. “You wrong yourself too much.”

“A trespass sweetly urged.” His laughter sounded surprised. “Will you give me my sin again?”

“If,” Will said, as surprised himself, uncertain on his feet, but finding words, perhaps by the same ink-dark magic that brought him to this, “you give me my soul again.”

A scent of rosewater and cloves grew stronger as the space between them vanished, as the cool air warmed. Marlowe’s hair was soft against the backs of his fingers, the skin at his jaw and throat rough from the time that had passed since he’d last shaven – something Will had not considered about kissing a man. He ran his fingertips back and forth against the rasp, feeling the hum of Marlowe’s breath beneath. It passed across his lips, too, mingling with his, though Will hardly breathed while he kissed as if truly to retrieve his soul. He tasted the ink staining both their mouths, the richer flavor underneath.

-from “Draft” in Cunning Linguists

T.C. Mill lives with a mountain of plush toys, a somewhat higher stack of books, and a truly terrifying edifice of scribbled-on notepaper (how many of these have gained sentience is unknown) in her condo in Wisconsin. From there, she writes, juggling pen names, and runs a small editing business. She founded the New Smut Project with Alex Freeman in her eagerness to take sex writing seriously–which doesn’t mean it can’t be great fun. Updates on her publications and life in general can be found at TC-Mill.com, and she’s sporadically active on Twitter (@TCMill2).

What was your inspiration for this story?

My love for the Elizabethan poets/playwrights William Shakespeare and Christopher Marlowe, the fact that both of them were likely queer, and some delightful correspondences in lines they’d written. (In the excerpt, keen eyes may notice Kit and Will are saying each other’s lines.) 

What’s your favorite sexy word? Is there a word you really like that has an unfair bad reputation?

I don’t use it in “Draft” because it didn’t seem in character, but I like the use of my sex, her sex, their sex, etc. to refer to the genitals. It’s not purple and I don’t understand why some people find it melodramatic or sappy--it’s not coy or euphemistic either! It’s a single syllable, it’s got that nice sharp -x ending, it’s never used as an insult (unlike pussy, cunt, or dick), and it’s the rare word that can apply universally to whatever business you might have down there. 

On the other hand, it’s not my favorite word because I’m not good at picking favorites! Anything from pussy to cunt to your rose of ardor to, as Sharon Olds calls hers in “Gliss Aria,” my Between-Your-Legs, might work depending on the characters and the rest of the story.

What stories are you working on now? Do you have some upcoming or recent releases readers should look out for?

Along with putting together the Cunning Linguists anthology, I’ve also released some short story collections recently. My omnibus, Soft, Sharp, and Tender, combines a range of pieces from femdom to ménage to more Shakespearian smut to erotic ghost stories. 

I also edited and released my late partner’s kinky flash fiction as a collection, fittingly titled Kinky, Queer Love. It’s available for free or pay-what-you-want, with any proceeds going as donations to Trans Lifeline. 

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[rhodrymavelyne]

I think all of mine fall into this category. :) Let’s see, I’ve loved Lestat, Louis, Armand, and Marius from Anne Rice’s Vampire Chronicles for years. Many of Anne Rice’s characters seemed to fall into this category. I also adore Elaine in Elizabeth Bear’s Promethean series; plus Will Shakespeare’s strained, yet enduring love for his wife, his growing love for Kit Marlowe, balanced with his fascination for Morgan Le Fey was depicted beautifully in Ink and Steel, Hell and Earth. Sebastien in New Amsterdam, his love for Jack and his growing feelings for Irene Garrett, his past progeny and his court, was intriguing, intense, and often quite hot. Utena’s love for her prince, her desire to be her prince, yet the love, attraction, and need to save Anthy which plays out and are revealed to her were quite epic in Revolutionary Girl Utena. Kamui’s earnest love budding from childhood for both Kamui and Fuma, yet the bond of shared pain and attraction he has after Subaru enters his heart was quite beautiful in X/1999. And of course, I found Will Graham in his shy misanthropy trying to reach out to Alana, yet finding himself drawn more and more to Hannibal very interesting on the TV show Hannibal. 

[jcbbby]

Can you please make a Kit Marlowe one-shot of him and the reader being friends and they go to a party and the reader get a little bit too drunk so he takes them back to his place and things get a  spicy and they become some more? (If you’re up to it after everything that happened and if you’re not comfortable that’s fine too) I love your work and I need more of it ❤️

first of all omg you’re so sweet 💖 thank you so much for being thoughtful after my lil incident, but I’m doing okay now! I’m happy to fulfill this request for you!! I am such a sucker for Kit, he holds a special place in my heart hehe. and AH! stahpppp, thank you so much, that final comment made my day 😭😭 I hope you enjoy this! (lowkey I think I put my whole Kitussy into this) I luv u 🫶

Warnings: SMUT but like…poetic romantic smut? idk, still smut, so 18+, get off my lawn minors!!! friends to lovers, p in v sex, unprotected sex (I mean it’s the 1500s, so…), use of candle wax during sex 🫣, alcohol. probably some historical inaccuracies.

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It had been a long night of drinking, dancing, and entertainment. One of the wealthier Londoners was having a party and your friend Kit Marlowe had brought you along. The party was one of the more rowdy ones you’d been to, and the wine and ale were flowing freely for hours. Admittedly, you should have eaten more before arriving, but the day had been busy with errands you needed to run around town before getting ready for the night. After quite a few cups of wine, you were feeling light and bubbly, engaging in conversations with everyone and stumbling over your feet as you tried to dance to the flautist hired to entertain.

Taking a break for a moment you and Kit stood over in the corner for a peaceful moment in this sea of chaos. You leaned slightly too far left against the wall, losing your balance, hitting the floor with a thud and a quick shriek when you made impact. Kit watched the clumsy moment in real time, but his reaction was hindered by the wine, as he reached for you a little too late. You lay spilled over on the floor, your hair fallen over your face, as you giggled uncontrollably at your fumble.

“Oh, my word…” Kit heartily laughed along with you. “Here, let me help you up.”

He bent down, holding his hand out to you. Flopping yourself upward, you grabbed his hand and tried to pull yourself up. Your flimsy body was a little more uncontrollable than he had accounted for, and he soon found himself stumbling forward, falling over on top of you. The two of you giggled into one another at the state of yourselves.

“Oh Kit, we’re a mess!” You squeaked through your laughter.

“We? Darling, I was doing well until you insisted on having another round. You’ve corrupted me, you deviant!” He joked, clamoring his way on to his knees and using the wall to stand back up.

Securing his stance against the wall, he took both of your arms and pulled you to your feet. You collided with his chest, lingering against him as he held your arms still. He smelled like lavender. You closed your eyes, feeling a wave of emotion slip over you, likely enhanced by the alcohol.

“You’re a good friend, Kit.” You said, your face smushed against his chest.

“Oh, come now, let’s not get sentimental.” He chuckled, patting the back of your head gently. “Why don’t we make our way back to my house, hm? I’m closer than yours.”

You nodded as you pulled away from him. Linking arms on your way out, you walked through the streets together, zig-zagging your path; the wine still hindering your balances. Arriving at Kit’s doorstep, he swung the door open, holding it for you as you staggered inside. He followed behind you, closing the door behind himself.

“Let me start a fire, it’s a bit cold.” He placed a hand on your shoulder as he walked past. “Please, get comfortable. You can stay if need be.” He smiled.

You followed him to the fireplace, plopping down on the thick bearskin rug in front of it. You watched him intently as he him as he placed a couple logs down and struck a match. He first lit a few candles on the table behind you, before tossing the match onto the logs in the fireplace. He struck another, quickly tossing that one in as well. He poured a small amount of old wine from a cup that sat on the mantle on to the meager flame; it quickly rose, sending a blast of heat out into the room before settling down into a crackling, low burn. Kit rubbed his hands together, walking over to where you sat and lowering himself down next to you, stretching his legs out in front of him and leaning back on his hands. You still shivered, as the alcohol had thinned your blood, rendering you susceptible to the chilly fall air.

“I’m sorry it’s so drafty in here.” Kit frowned. “Here-“ He reached for a blanket that lay in a heap on the floor. He put one end around your shoulders, scooting closer to you as he draped the other end around his own shoulders. “Better?”

You nodded, smiling. “That’s better.”

He smiled, turning to look at the fire. You still held your gaze on him. Kit had been one of your closest friends for some time now, but something about being here with him, wrapped in a blanket in front of a fire…it felt different. He was always so gentle and caring with you, while often cold and short with others, even others he had called his friends. It always made you feel special, like you had charmed a cobra snake. He made you feel special. Maybe it was the wine, maybe it was this moment of innocent intimacy, but you felt awfully overwhelmed with passion.

“You know…you really are a good friend. I meant that before.” His head turned at the sound of your voice, meeting your eyes.

He smiled, snorting slightly, leaning his shoulder against yours. “Oh, you sweet little thing. Your head is clouded with drink…but alas, so is mine, and you’re a good friend too.” He smiled a toothy smile.

Without a second thought, you turned yourself into him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders in a hug, burying your face against his neck. For a moment, he was stunned. It was rare that he was embraced like this. Slowly, he brought his arms around your back, applying comforting pressure around you, coming to rest his cheek against your head with a slight smile.

“I love you, Kit.” You whispered to him.

His smile fell as his eyes widened. “Oh…no, you don’t mean that…you’re just drunk, love.” He patted your back.

You pulled yourself away from him, bringing your knee over his outstretched legs to the other side of him. Now straddling him, you met him at eye level. Your arms rested over his shoulders. He stared back into your eyes, and you felt his breathing pick up. You shook your head.

“No, no. I mean, I am drunk. But I do…” Your heart raced, your glance shifting between his eyes and his mouth. “I-I…I love you.”

Before Kit could respond, your lips were hungrily pressed against his, as if you were trying to press your words into his mouth physically. To your pleasure, Kit quickly brought his hands back around you, pulling you in tightly, kissing you back with the same intensity. Your hands raked up through his hair, as his hands slid up and down your body. You both breathed heavily into each other, overcome with desire for one another. Quiet, sweet moans vibrating from both of your throats, taking turns biting at the other’s lips.

Kit slowly lowered himself back onto the rug, rolling the two of you over so that he was now on top of you. He lifted his head, pulling from your lips, causing you to quietly whimper. He brought his hand up to your cheek, running his thumb along your bottom lip before lowering his mouth just centimeters from yours.

“I love you too...” He met your lips again, full of want. He then moved down into the crook of your neck, kissing and suckling just above where your neck met your shoulder. “I love you.” He whispered against you.

“Kit...” You breathed. “Oh Kit, I need you, please.”

“I’m yours, darling…I’m all yours.” He kissed down to your chest, nuzzling into your bosom.

You reached down, taking fistfuls of the bottom of his shirt, pulling it greedily up towards his head. He assisted you, ducking down so that you could pull it over his head and arms. You tossed it to the side, and he rolled the two of you back over again, so you were on top, bringing you back to connect with his lips. As he slipped his tongue into your mouth, he reached around to undo the buttons of your dress that kept your flesh hidden from him. You felt him harden beneath you as your ache for him between your thighs grew with each unclasp of the dress you were caged in. You began grinding your hips against him, hoping to feel some sort of relief.

“God…” He moaned into your mouth, his fingertips pressing into your back.

Losing the patience to undo the remaining buttons, he resorted to aggressively ripping the material open; the sounds of tearing and buttons hitting the floor mixed with your breathing and soft moans.

The top half of the dress fell around you, allowing you to slide your arms from the sleeves. You adjusted yourselves to sit upright, the top of the dress falling away, exposing your bare chest. Kit breathed for a moment, taking in the sight of your perfect breasts, before ducking down to kiss and nip at the sensitive flesh. You moaned sweetly, your head resting to one side as he ran his tongue over your nipples.

You reached between the both of you, working with one hand to undo his trousers, just enough to free his hardened length. You stroked him slowly as he worked his tongue on your nipples, coaxing shallow, breathy moans from him; his hot breath against your skin making your already desperate pussy throb, your body begging to be one with his.

Kit began pushing you back down onto the rug, hands moving to collect your disheveled dress at your waist. He guided your hips up as he slid the garment down over them and your legs, now revealing all of you to him.

“A goddess…” He leaned down, placing sloppy kisses across your lower abdomen. “An angel who has been heaven sent to me.”

“But I have only been made an angel by your sacred touch.” You whispered.

He placed a kiss over your pubic bone, teasing a finger against your eager cunt, tracing a delicate line up your slit that was already slick with your intense desire. Your breath hitch as he pressed his finger to your clit, working fast, tight circles. Moans of his name fell from your lips as you threw your head back and your eyes fell shut.

For a few moments, the only thing in the entire world to you was his touch. But suddenly, a white-hot sensation upon your stomach stung you back down to earth; though it quickly faded to a comforting, warm, and pleasurable feeling that only elevated your ecstasy. Opening your eyes and looking back up to Kit, you watched as in his other hand, he held one of the candles that was on the table, now angled over your body. You gasped as the hot wax dripped off, landing this time against your thigh. He grinned with delight as you shuddered in pleasure while he continued to circle your clit and the wax cooled against you.

“Sealing in my devotion to you. A love letter, darling.” He said quietly, dripping another pool of wax over your chest, before setting the candle back down.

Your back arched as you ground your hips against his hand, biting your lip.

“Kit…Kit please…make love to me….I need you.” You whined, taking his hand away from you, dangerously close to coming undone, but desperate to feel him inside you when you did.

He leaned down to tenderly kiss you as he pushed his trousers the rest of the way down his legs, tossing them to the side, before coming to rest over your body with his weight on top of you. He pulled back from your lips, taking a moment to look into your eyes. Your hands came up to rest on the back of his head, staring back at him with glassy, blown out eyes, full of passion and full of desire. Kit briefly glanced down, positioning himself to line up with your entrance before slowly easing inside. A shuddered moan escaped his lips as he bottomed out, eyes fluttering shut as he began to move, slow and heavy.

“You feel so perfect…you are so perfect.” He breathed, dipping down into the crook of your neck again, leaving soft bites as he thrusted.

Your fingertips pressed into his back, leaving shallow crescent-shaped indents from your nails over his skin. His nibbling and kisses along your skin grew more haphazard as he continued slowly and deeply grinding into you, grunting softly. Your legs found their way around his hips, crossing over the small of his back, pulling him even closer to you as if your body were just trying to absorb every inch of him.

“Darling, faster...please…” You whined out, your head falling back.

His rhythm picked up, as his mouth sloppily came to meet yours, his tongue furiously plunging in. You moaned into each other’s mouths, along with quick, hot breaths. The pressure in your core was starting to build, inching closer to your release with each buck of his hips into you. Your hands clamored their way over his back, digging your nails now firmly into him.

“Oh, my love…” He ducked his head back down to your shoulder, sweet moans falling from his mouth against you.

“Kit I-I’m…oh god-” Your back arched as you gasped.

You felt yourself spilling over into euphoria, crying out in your pleasure as you clenched around him inside you, holding him impossibly close with your arms and legs. Following in just mere seconds, he came undone as well, spilling out inside of you. The warmth of him filling you only adding to the ecstasy you were in. You felt his teeth against your skin, open mouth pressed against your shoulder as his breathing shallowed and sounds of his own pleasure caught in his throat. You held each other tightly, quivering together, letting the waves crash over before settling into stillness. You lay there, eyes closed, breathing slowly, but still heavily. You felt him crane his neck up to kiss you gently on your jaw, generating a quiet, content smile across your face.

He slipped out of you, gently rolling himself next to you on the rug. He reached for the blanket that had fallen to a heap once again on the floor, throwing it out in front of him and letting it fall over the both of you. His arms pulled you in, allowing you to rest your head against his chest. No words were spoken for a few moments, just the low crackling of the fire, as he stroked your hair. You took a deep breath, and let it out with a smile against his warm flesh, nuzzling into him.

“I love you." You said quietly, eyes fluttering closed as you grew tired.

"I love you, I always have darling." He kissed the top of your head, holding you against him as you both floated away into slumber.

[jcbbby]

Happy 500 bestie! 🎉🎉 (Or is that 700 now?) Well deserved, your blog makes me ridiculously happy every time you come across my dash :)

Anyways, request:

🕯- "Keep your eyes on me"

-@nebulousfishgills 💜

🎉JCBBBY'S 500 FOLLOWER PARTY🎉

ahhhhh, hi bby!! thank you so much!!! thank you for being here and enjoying my chaos. <3 and thank you for the prompt! strap in....this ended up being way longer than I thought… - "Keep your eyes on me." genre: smut warnings: 18+ ONLY, MINORS GET LOST. barely any plot, just smut. inexperienced/virgin!reader, unprotected p in v (don't do this), oral (f receiving). -

Ever since your parents had arranged for you to marry a local blacksmith, you couldn't help but wonder about the wedding night, which was fast approaching. You didn't really know the man that well, aside from when he would come to bring your father various tools that had been commissioned. He was much older than you, and no doubt much more experienced in matters of intimacy, which made you a little nervous to think about. You had never done more than kiss a man, and that was only in an excited drunken state after winning a pub game. This is why you approached your good friend Kit this evening at his home, to nervously ask for his assistance.

Kit smirked, shaking his head. "Have I heard you correctly, darling?"

You blushed, wringing your hands out in front of you as you looked down at your feet. "Please don't patronize me."

He chuckled. "I'm not, dear. I'm just a bit surprised by such a request, is all. It's not every evening a betrothed woman knocks on your door asking to go to bed."

"Will you teach me?" You asked, shifting your weight to one foot.

Kit smirked, pushing his door further open and stepping to the side, allowing you to enter. He lead you to his bedroom, up the winding staircase. It was a large room with high ceilings and a canopy bed with red drapes. He had candles lit on his windowsill, along with various paintings of himself stacked haphazardly against the wall, gifts from admirers you assumed. You gently sat on the bed, as he poured you a glass of wine from the top of a dresser, handing it to you with a smile.

"I probably shouldn’t drink for this." You glanced at the glass.

He held it out to you still. "I think it may help." He motioned to your leg that was bouncing anxiously.

You nodded once, taking the glass and swigging some back. Kit poured himself a glass and walked over to come sit on the bed with you.

"So...why me?" He asked, taking a sip.

"Well, I've heard...talk...about your, should I say, social gatherings...I know you probably have a clear idea of what to do." You shrugged.

He hummed in response, grinning into his cup. You continued.

"I-it wouldn't mean anything. I just...want to know what it's like. I don't want to be surprised on my wedding night...and I trust you." You looked up to him with a gentle smile.

He set his glass down on a table nearby the bed, taking yours from your hand and placing it down next to his. He turned back to you, reaching his hand up to rest under your jaw, stroking your cheek with his thumb.

"Sweet, innocent girl...are you sure?" His eyes were soft and kind, but a glint of darkness.

You nodded. "Yes, I'm sure."

He smirked, the glint in his eyes growing darker. "Very well..."

Kit leaned in to close the gap between you, bringing his lips delicately to yours. His hand remained on your cheek as he brought the other to the small of your back. Your hands snaked up his body and around to the back of his neck, tangling your fingers in his hair. His kiss grew more forceful and more passionate as his tongue asked for entrance at your lips, which you allowed. His hands began to roam about your body. You felt his fingers start to undo the buttons of your dress, the fabric getting looser on your body. Once he had gotten the last button undone, he pulled his lips away, looking at you.

"This can come off." He tugged gently at one of your sleeves.

You nodded, slowly pulling your arms out of each sleeve, standing up to let the dress fall to the ground, leaving you entirely exposed for him. He paused for a moment, staring, an excited grin just barely forming. You instinctively contorted your body, feeling shy and vulnerable, as no one had ever seen you like this before. Kit reached his hand out, taking yours, and pulling you back over to him.

"You are...exquisite. Never be ashamed of yourself." He looked up to you as you stood over him. "Now, you said you trust me, right?"

You nodded.

"Tell me to stop if you need, but continue to trust me as we go on, darling." He planted a gentle kiss to your stomach.

Suddenly, he brought his mouth to your breast, taking one nipple in his mouth, massaging with his tongue, as his thumb moved to massage the other. The sensation caused you to gasp, closing your eyes and rolling your head back. Your hands found their way into his hair again. You could feel yourself growing wet between your legs from this stimulation. Kit gave a light suckle to the sensitive pebble, causing you to moan, almost surprising yourself in doing so.

"Lay down." He nearly growled.

You silently climbed into the bed, laying your head on the pillows, as Kit climbed over you. His lips crashed into yours, hungrily kissing you. He moved his lips down to your neck, lightly biting and delivering kitten licks. You moaned again as he hit your sweet spot. He kissed dots down your torso, stopping just above your pubic bone before looking up.

"You still trust me?" He asked.

"I trust you, Kit." You breathed, your heart racing.

"Good. Keep your eyes on me." He smirked before dipping down and placing a kiss to your cunt, immediately followed by him licking a solid stripe through your folds.

You bucked your hips involuntarily, gasping as his tongue hit your clit. He looked up, locking eyes with you as he worked tight circles with his tongue. You didn't know what he was doing, but you didn't want him to stop.

“What…what are- mmm, you doing?” You managed to squeak out.

He withdrew his mouth, "I'm getting you ready for my cock, darling. This will help relax you so it won’t hurt.”

“It might hurt?” You questioned anxiously.

He placed a reassuring hand on your upper thigh. “It may feel a little odd at first, but if I do this right, and if your husband does it right, then it will feel really good.” He smiled before ducking down and going back to work.

You squirmed as he lapped at your clit, a rush of warmth spreading over you. You bucked your hips up into him, a moan falling from your lips as your head fell back.

“Eyes on me, okay? Eyes on me. I’m going to use my fingers now, alright?” He glanced up.

You nodded, aching for him to make contact with your desperate heat again. He brought his mouth back to your sensitive bud and gently eased his long middle finger inside, beginning to curl and thrust them. His eyes stayed fixed on you as you tried desperately to keep yours on his. Your mouth hung open as stared down at him, gasping and whimpering. He smiled against you as he slipped another finger inside curling them upwards to hit the spongy pad inside. Within seconds, you saw stars. Your body began to convulse as you clenched around his fingers, crying out his name as your head fell back into the pillows. Kit worked you through your orgasm, not withdrawing his fingers until your moans became quick mewls of overstimulation.

“Wow…” You panted. “Did I…?”

“Yes, you climaxed.” He smiled. “Are you feeling alright to keep going?”

You nodded. “Please.”

The word was laced with desire. He was your friend, but right now he was your lover, and you needed more, you needed to feel him inside you, more than just his fingers. He cocked an eyebrow as he smirked at your desperation, sliding off the bed to rid himself of his clothes as well. His hardened length in full view, already leaking precum from his tip. You stared in wonder, it was perfect. You hoped your soon to be husband looked like this.

Kit slowly crawled back on to the bed, coming to hover over you. You shared a momentary gaze into each other’s eyes, reaching up to snake your hand through his hair, pulling him down to crash against your lips. He moaned against them, grinding himself into your hip, as he moved to kiss your neck.

“Kit, please…I’m ready, I need you.” You begged.

“Listen to you, begging for my cock, when you’re about to marry another man. You little deviant…” He nipped and suckled just along your collar bone.

He pulled away, glancing down quickly to line himself up with your entrance. Slowly, he eased himself into your slick folds. You winced at the stretch, gripping his bicep as he slid in inch by inch. He quietly shushed and cooed into your neck as he bottomed out, giving you a minute before he started moving. As soon as he did, you felt the pressure of the stretch fading, being replaced by white hot pleasure.

“Mmm y-you’re so tight…” Kit whispered with a shattered breath. “You feel so good.”

He kept a slow and even pace, not wanting to overwhelm you. While it was slow, it was deep and sensual. Your nails were dug into his back as you babbled and moaned.

“Can you- ahh, mmm…oh Kit, faster!” You whimpered, feeling the familiar coil tightening in your belly.

“Shit…ahh, I…may not last if I- ohh- if I go faster.” He grunted. “You’re very tight, love…fuuuck…”

“Oh god, p-please Kit.” You babbled, feeling your walls tensing around him.

He picked up his pace, thrusting hard and fast. Guttural moans were pulled from him as he rutted against you. Your back arched, mewling breathlessly, and rolling your hips into him to match his rhythm.

“Yes! oh…oh god…you’re so good you’re so so-“ You were cut off by the wave of pleasure that crashed over you.

You clung to Kit, shuddering into him as you cried out. You were sure he would have marks along his back. He followed immediately with his own release, shuddering into you as well, his thrusts erratic and sloppy. His head fell into the crook of your neck, with hot breath hitting your skin as he breathed out his moans.

“Kit…oh, Kit…” You reached up to gently stroke his damp hair.

“Oh, darling…” He quietly panted, coming down from his high.

You both lay there for a few seconds, breathing in sync before he rolled over next to you. He looked over to you, smiling before pulling you into him, your back against his chest. He placed a gentle kiss to your cheek as he wrapped his arms around you.

“You did so well.” He nuzzled against you. “Do you feel less afraid now?”

A light chuckle shook your body against his. “I feel…like I may be marrying the wrong man.”

Kit joined in your laughter. “Well, if you find that your husband isn’t skilled enough to make you feel like that, you know where to find me, darling.”

[jcbbby]

One Sentence Requests: (send me a sentence or line of dialogue and I’ll write a little something Jamie/Henry/001/Kit Marlowe-related with it)

"Reality is a lovely place, but I wouldn't want to live there."

"You never fucking listen do you?"

“How could you do this to me?”

"You're still my forever."

"Hold me, darling."

"It was just a mistake."

"His fingers gently traced over your features, cascading down your cheekbone, and his thumb played with your lip, "We're just the same, you and I..."

"Are you painting, my love?"

"I'll come running whenever you need me."

[jcbbby]

Kit Marlowe Masterlist!

Happy Kit Marlowe Blurb (fluff)

Friends to Lovers w/ Kit Marlowe (18+ ONLY, contains smut)

Kit Marlowe "here's to damnation, darling" (fluff)

"It's just a game, darling..." (Kit Marlowe- angst)

"Like the brightest falling star burning across the sky." (Kit Marlowe- angst)

"Keep your eyes on me." (Kit Marlowe- smut, 18+ ONLY)

[jcbbby]

If you're still doing one sentence requests....

"Are you painting, my love?"

With maybe Kit if that works? Kit is so beautiful I can't stand it

- love,

@bowersbubbles

Amethyst my love!! I'm always taking one sentence requests! :) I think they're a really useful, sort of low stakes exercise for me because they can be like just a blurb. and they're fun to do!

I love this idea. I love writing Kit. Kit Marlowe forever and ever. Kit Marlowe supremacy.

One Sentence Requests: (send me a sentence or line of dialogue and I’ll write a little something Jamie/Henry/001/Kit Marlowe-related with it)

warnings: brief mention of family member loss/grief. other than that, nothing.

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Things had been difficult for you as of late. The news of your sister, the only family you had left, falling victim to the summer plagues a few months ago had left you in a deep depression. You seldom left the house anymore, and you hadn't touched your easel in weeks, lacking any sort of inspiration or motivation to create. Kit was supportive, though. He was there for you, knowing he was all you had now. He knew how devastating loss and depression was, and he never once made you feel guilty for grieving.

Waking up this morning, the sun was shining gloriously through the window, illuminating Kit's beautiful, perfectly sculpted face. Something inside you just knew you had to capture it. For the first time in so long, you had the desire to paint.

Gently getting out of bed, as to not wake him, you tiptoed to your easel in the corner of the room. You sat down, quietly opening your jars of paint. Smiling to yourself, you glanced again to Kit's glowing face as he slept; admiring the beauty you had the privilege of waking up to each day. Finally, you made your first brushstroke to the canvas.

After some time, you had really zoned into your creation, not noticing when Kit awoke and silently watched you, smiling to himself. He was so happy to see you were painting again. He stirred enough to draw your attention, and you looked over to see his smiling face.

"Good morning." His voice slightly raspy from sleep. "Are you painting, my love?"

You smiled shyly back, gently lowering your paintbrush. "I am."

"Oh that's wonderful, darling." He swung his legs over the edge of the bed. "May I see?" He stood to walk towards you.

"No, no! Not yet. It's not finished." You scolded, holding your hands up and out toward him.

He stopped abruptly, throwing his hands up in front of himself, nodding once. "Alright then, alright... Shall I fetch us some breakfast in the meantime whilst you finish?"

You nodded again. "Kit? Could you maybe try to find more of that strawberry jam from that older woman at the marketplace?"

"You read my mind." He smiled. "I will be back shortly, darling." He slipped out the door to the bedroom as you went back to your portrait.

A while later, your heard Kit return through the door downstairs. Sitting back, you ran your eyes intently over your canvas before letting out a content sigh, deciding that you could call your it finished. Kit knocked gently on the door, his shoes clicking against the wooden floor as he slowly entered the room. He held a plate of bread situated next to a small pot of strawberry jam, a lump of butter, and a couple plums.

"A hardworking artist needs her energy." He smiled, placing the plate on to a small table behind your easel.

"It's finished." You grinned, motioning for Kit to come around and look. He smiled wide, taking fast, short steps to come to your side. "Do you like it?" You asked.

"Oh, my love..." He bent down, wrapping his arms around you, his chin resting on your shoulder. "You've painted me like an angel. This is so beautiful."

"You are beautiful." You leaned your head against his cheek.

He smiled, snorting lightly through his nose. "I'm so happy to see you creating art again, darling."

"I am too." You craned your neck to kiss his cheek. "Now, about that strawberry jam..."

[jcbbby]

happy valentine's day my loves! here's just a little blurb for you all to imagine Jamie's Christopher Marlowe being HAPPY for once!! <3

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Knock knock. You heard on the door of your room, turning your head toward the noise. Gently placing the dress you were patching up down on to your desk, you scooted the chair back, standing to walk towards the door. You took a deep breath before opening the door, expecting it to be the keeper of the inn you were staying at. Rent for was due, but you had admittedly been struggling selling your garments and jewelry in the town center this week.

"Lucy, I know I'm a bit late on the- oh." You were startled to see a different figure in your doorway. "Hello, Kit." You smiled.

Kit was one of the first new friends you had made when arriving to London. A mutual friend had introduced the two of you, after inviting you to see one of the first performances of Tamburlaine the Great. It had greatly moved you, and Marlowe greatly appreciated your feedback from those early performances. He invited you out for a drink with him, and you hit it off rather quickly.

His mind was beautiful to you, so profound and poetic. You really enjoyed helping him flesh out his ideas as he wrote, providing yourself as a scene partner or just a second pair of eyes. He had some demons he seemed to be fighting, which made you sad to think about, but nothing seemed to quite light a room up like him. Unbeknownst to you, he would say the same about you. He had never felt comfort like he did when around you.

"Hello there." He smiled back, gesturing forward. "May I?"

You stepped to the side, holding the door open. "Oh, yes of course."

Kit ducked in to your small, humble room. Just a single bed, a desk, and a small fireplace. He looked around, brows furrowing at the sad state of your living arrangement. Closing the door behind you, you step toward him, smoothing your skirt out.

"So, to what do I owe the pleasure?" You asked, wringing your hands.

He turned back to you, hesitating for a moment. "I've...I've actually come to ask you something."

"Oh. Is there something I can help with? Are you writing?" You asked, leaning against your desk.

He shuffled on his feet, staring down at them briefly before bringing his head back up. "No, no...I was wondering if you...might do me the honor of accompanying me to the queen's ball tomorrow evening? I've been invited, you see."

Your eyebrows arched upward, your head tilting back slightly. "The queen's ball? Me? Are you sure?"

Kit nodded, smiling with softened eyes. "I'd very much like that, yes. You're the only person I'd want to have by my side."

You couldn't help but feel your heart flutter as a smile spread across your face as well. "Oh, Kit...I don't know what to say."

"I was hoping you would say yes?" He stepped closer to you.

You giggled, quickly glancing away and glancing back, cheeks flushed. "Yes! Yes, of course. I would love to accompany you."

He smiled wide, teeth gleaming. "Wonderful." He reached for your hand, bringing it up to his lips, placing a gentle kiss on your fingers. "I shall see thee tomorrow then."

He lowered your hand, holding your glance for just a moment, before turning and moving toward the door to see himself out.

"Wait, Kit!" Your mouth seemed to say before your brain could tell it not to.

He spun around. "Hmm?"

You stood with your mouth slightly agape, taken by surprise at your own words. Shortly, your mind had caught up to the involuntary expression that had spilled out, and you slowly approached him. Reaching up with one hand, you gently placed it on his cheek, staring into his eyes, before dropping your gaze to his mouth.

In what seemed like an instant, his lips were softly pressed into yours. Your hand fell to be pressed flush against his chest, while both his hands raised to either cheek. After your lips parted from one another, your fingers reached up to lightly graze your flesh where the two of you had just connected, in awe that you had even been that brazen. He stood there, equally as taken aback, a faint grin painted across his face.

"I uh...just wanted to thank you for inviting me." You looked up at him, batting your lashes.

He chuckled, snaking his arms around your waist, pulling you in towards him to meet your lips again. He leaned back, resting his hands on your hips. "Thank you for saying yes." He smiled.

"Kit?" You paused, allowing him to tilt his head awaiting your next words. "I...I love you."

He smiled, a small burst of air escaping from his nose, leaning forward to press his forehead to yours. "And I love you, darling. I think I always have."

<3

[jcbbby]

kit marlowe with “how could you do this to me?”

just a little angst 🫣

okay so....feel free to forward me your therapy bills. (and this may also be kinda rushed I am v sorry about that, my laptop battery is dying oop...)

send me a sentence or line of dialogue and I’ll write a little something Jamie/Henry/001/Kit Marlowe-related with it

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You sat at the table, alternating between pouring and gulping down wine, impossibly anxious over what awaited you. Kit was due home soon from the theatre, where he was presenting a new play to be performed.

You had lived with Kit for a few years now. He had met you at a party where you were a hired whore for the male partygoers, the only work you could get as a woman on her own in London. He quickly took an interest in you after striking up a conversation over a moment of downtime for you. You impressed him with your tales of travel and your literacy. You had taught yourself to read and write as a young girl, which was a rather rebellious quality he enjoyed about you. He took pity on the wasted potential you showed, paid for your freedom, and secured you more dignified work as a seamstress at the theatre.

You had heard of his liaisons with members of his own gender, and didn't think anything could happen between the two of you. However, his interests apparently had no limitations and the bond between the two of you developed quickly, and passionately. Things were good at first. He was caring and exciting, he bought you gifts and dresses, the finest fruits, newest books. But somewhere along the way your connection weakened. You found him lost in wine and torment, struggling to write, struggling to talk to you. So when you started growing a little too close to an actor in the company, you knew it was time to end thinks with Marlowe.

"Darling, are you here?" You heard his voice echo down the hall.

You didn't reply, sitting frozen with nerves. You chugged back the rest of your cup and turned toward the entryway of the room. Kit walked through the threshold, his long blonde hair blowing back with the slight breeze his pace created. He smiled as he entered, which quickly turned to confusion as he noticed your trunk sitting next to you.

"W-...Are you going somewhere?" He asked.

You slowly stood up, your knees quivering. "I...I'm leaving Kit. I'm leaving." You looked down to your feet as soon as the words fell from your mouth. "I've...met someone else."

You don't have to look to him to feel his seething.

"How dare you? How could you do this to me!?" Kit stumbled backwards a step, knocked over by the weight of your words. "I-I-I gave you everything. You had nothing when I found you. You were nothing. A pathetic street whore begging to be anything more. How dare you, I created you." His poison laced words grew louder and cut through you with each sentence.

"Kit..." You said quietly, shaking your head. A lump caught in your throat. "You gave me everything but the one thing I truly wanted... you."

He opened his mouth to speak, but quickly recoiled, wanting to hear you explain.

You continued, starting with a deep breath. "You're right. I had nothing, I was nothing. I was on my own for my whole life, until I met you. You gave me more than I could have imagined, and for that I'll always be grateful. I will always love you. But Kit..." You swallowed, taking a step toward him. "I don't like you anymore. I-I can't keep living in this unrelenting wake of Christopher Marlowe."

He let out a scoff, rolling his eyes. "The unrelenting wake of Christopher Marlowe..." He moves quickly to you, roughly taking your chin in his hand, forcing you to look up to him. "If only you knew what destruction could truly lay in my wake. It might just spin your pretty little head." He released your chin just as forcefully, shoving your face to the side.

He took heavy steps, stomping to the table, and aggressively grabbed the decanter of wine. He poured himself a cup and threw it back with a wince, slamming the cup down on to the wooden surface.

"You see? This is what I mean! You don't let me in! All I've ever wanted was to understand you. To help y-"

He whipped around and pointed a finger in your face. "No one can help me. I am damned, and if one thing is for sure, it's that no one loves the damned."

"The only damned you are Christopher Marlowe is a damned fool! You have pushed away all who have ever loved you, and for what? For this absurd idea that you must be tortured to write? That you must suffer? If you think you are damned, it is because you refuse to be saved!" Tears sting your eyes as you feel them come.

You both are silent. Kit turns to the fireplace, leaning against the mantel, staring blankly at the fire. He takes a deep breath.

"You're right..." He said quietly. "I do push away everyone who has shown me the mercy I so desperately hope for. I am not damned...I...am a coward."

You stand still, feeling your cheeks wet and warm, unsure of what to say. He turned to you, his eyes welling. With quick steps, he makes his way to you, stopping within centimeters of where you stand.

"Darling...please...please don't you leave me too." He sinks to his knees in front of you, wrapping his arms around your hips.

Tears silently fell from your eyes as you gently placed your hands on his shoulders. "Oh, Kit..."

"Please." He quietly weeps against you.

You cradle his dampened face as he looks up at you. You sniffle, trying to contain your emotion. "You may not be damned, but you are lost...and I have found another...I'm so sorry."

You release him, silently turning back towards your trunk. You quietly pick it up, turning one more time to look at him, still on his knees. His face is tear stained and his eyes are glassy and red. He watches as you painfully look away and walk through the threshold.

He slides back to sit on his feet, staring toward where you no longer stood.

"And so I am again..." he let out a soft chuckle, the only thing he could do. "...alone and broken."

[jcbbby]

For the Jaime sentence thing:

"Reality is a lovely place, but I wouldn't want to live there."

Oooh, nice. Love it! :)

send me a sentence or line of dialogue and I’ll write a little something Jamie/Henry/001/Kit Marlowe-related with it.

You stood in the corner if the room, watching the excitement of the party as you sipped your wine, taking it all in as an idea for your newest painting you would be starting. London was a place of color and chaos, the perfect inspiration for you. You chuckled to yourself as you witnessed one of the actors from the play you attended earlier fall over.

"Are you over here because you're overwhelmed? This party has really gotten rather rowdy." A tall and lanky man with blonde hair slid next to you against the wall.

"Oh, I just enjoy watching. People can be so entertaining." You smiled.

"So they are... And what do you think those two are talking about?" He leaned over your shoulder, pointing to the right at a rather animated man speaking to a very subdued woman.

"Hmm, I'd say that man is definitely bragging about his grand adventures around Europe and his oh so impressive pockets, in a piss poor attempt to bed her. Meanwhile, she has been staring at that man across the way with the wonderfully tousled hair all night. I can't say I blame her." You shrugged as you snorted into your chalice of wine, taking another sip.

"Well, very observant indeed. I don't believe I've observed you around, though. You must be new to the city. My name is Marlowe, Christopher Marlowe." He bowed.

"Y/N." You bowed back. "A pleasure. I've read your plays, they're quite good."

"You have? I must say, you don't exactly seem the type to enjoy theatre, my dear..." he smirked as he swigged back his ale.

You chuckled. "Oh, because I don't embarrass myself in a drunken stupor at a theatre party? I may be a wet blanket socially, but I do appreciate the arts. I'm more the physical artist myself, but I find writing magical, and you my friend, are a sorcerer if I do say so." You smiled.

"You flatter me." He grinned. "But I'll be the first to tell you that writing is an absolutely mother swiving profession." He sneered and took another swig, swallowing it with a wince.

"How do you mean?" you turned to him.

"Writing has torn my soul out and thrown it to the wolves. I've nearly had to bury myself in the ground just to finish. Writing can destroy you from the inside out." He spat.

"Well, then why do you write if it weighs so heavy on you?"

"Reality is a lovely place, but I wouldn't want to live there." He winked.

You smiled. "You see, now that is profound. You truly are a wizard of words, Mr. Marlowe. It appears that is your curse."

The both of you chuckled as you turned to look at the madness of the party in front of you. He threw back the rest of his ale and nudged you with his shoulder.

"Come, my new friend. Let's leave this debauchery and get into our own trouble." He smiled.

(sorry this one is so short!!)

[jcbbby]

Congrats again, Lovely!!! Bloody thrilled for you! 💋

🪦 - “It’s just a game, darling…” (I am down the deepest of Kit rabbit holes right now…)

🎉JCBBBY'S 500 FOLLOWER PARTY🎉

thank you so much, love!!!! :) I'm thrilled that you're here!! thank you for following and thank you for this prompt! I LIVE in a Kit rabbit hole tbh... <33 - "It's just a game, darling..." warnings: it's a little dark, and mention of a knife, but nothing really too bad. genre: angst

- "You wanted to understand my interests...if you can't handle it, then leave." Kit said coldly, turning his back to you as he returned his gaze to the cauldron that was spewing flame.

"No...no, I can handle it." You swallowed hard, stepping forward toward him.

You had wondered how you even got to this point. What started as a simple night out to the pub with Kit Marlowe had somehow devolved into this. He had been on a tangent about the occult and mysticism, something which had admittedly interested you, yet you could never quite shake the apprehension of getting into such hocus pocus. That is, until Kit offered to get up to something wicked that evening.

With a devilish smile and dark glint in his eye, he beckoned you with him from the bar to his home. Once arrived, he took you to a dark room towards the back of his residence. A room with a small table in the center, with a cauldron sitting atop it, and candelabras hung around the walls. A skull was perched on what looked like an altar on the far wall. Stepping through the threshold immediately sent a shiver up your spine; the air was unsettling.

Kit began by striking a match to light the candles, before tossing it into the cauldron, setting it alight. Flame crept up inside the iron bowl, slowly changing color from it's orange yellow hue to a bluish green before your eyes. Next to the cauldron was a long smoking pipe. He reached for it, placed it on his lips, and bent down to light it from a candle. He closed his eyes, holding the smoke in his lungs for a moment before slowly letting it out with a relaxed sigh. He held the pipe out to you, though you only stared at with with concern, which is what caused him to suggest you leave if you couldn't handle it. But you decided to trust him.

You took the pipe, inhaling deeply. You tried to hold the smoke in as long as Kit had, but your lungs gave way to an involuntary cough.

"You'll get more acclimated in time." He smirked. "Here, drink this. It'll help." He poured some wine into a nearby chalice for you.

You took it, and chugged some back to help with the pain in your throat. As you swallowed, you began to feel strange. Your body tingled, as if thousands of ants were swarming your skin. The lines and corners around the room began to soften into waves as you looked at them. Even Kit's face seemed different, like you could see the blood pumping through his veins under his skin.

"Kit...Kit, I feel strange..." You felt your grip on the chalice weakening before it left your hand and hit the floor with a clunk.

"Good." Kit smiled. "It's working. It helps with the ceremony."

"Ceremony...?" You questioned, trying to blink the strange sights from your eyes.

"Yes. Sort of, an initiation ceremony. Come, glance into the flame." Kit beckoned you next to him. "Look deep into the fire."

You timidly shuffled beside him, looking at him before taking a breath and turning your gaze to the flame. For a moment, you saw nothing. But the mystery substance invading your conscience started swirling images into the strangely color fire. You saw images of your nightmares, your fears, loneliness, death... You thought you heard a shriek come directly from the flame itself.

You stumbled backward, screwing your eyes shut, trying to squeeze out the images. A chair caught you as you fell back into it, trying to steady your breathing.

"Kit...Kit I don't like this!" You shake your head. You look up to him, chuckling, looking into the flame still. "Kit?"

He turned to you. His pupils blown wide, with a chesire grin. "What did you see?"

"I...I saw...horrors. There was...death...it was as if I was looking directly into hell." You rocked yourself back and forth in the chair as a means of self-soothing.

Kit laughed. "It's just a game, darling... Death, hell, heaven...a game. It's not real." He reached to the cauldron. "Shall we test the theory, hmm? If I just tip this over, and pour the flame into the room?

You shook your head, unable to move from your seat. The chemical in your system making your body feel heavy. "Kit, no!"

He maintained his smirk, slowly reaching then for a dagger placed on the table next to the cauldron. "What about a little bloodletting?" He held the blade to his throat.

"Stop it, you're frightening me!" You cried. "What is the matter with you?!"

He dropped the dagger on to the floor, slowly walking toward you. "There's nothing to fear in here, love. 'Tis not I you need fear." He lifted his pointed finger to your chest, poking the center. "But here...is where your fear should be directed. The heart can cause for some regretful circumstances."

You looked up to him, taking in the cold behind his eyes. You saw Kit for what he was: a hardened soul, who had no belief in anything, not even himself. You took his hand from your chest, gently cupping it in your own.

"I see you, Kit. You don't have to pretend to be stone. You are but human, and you are permitted to feel as such, to have emotion." You grasped his hand tighter.

He pulled his hand from yours. "I know what I am. And I know to find greatness, you must do so untethered." He turned back to the table in the room.

You got up from your chair, feeling more control of your body now. "Greatness is wasted with no one to indulge in it with. Once achieved, you revel in it alone. That's what you want?"

Kit took in a deep breath and took a moment's pause. "...yes, it is." He said, without turning to look at you.

Your eyes softened and your shoulders fell. "Well...then allow me to assist. Goodbye, Kit... I wish you success. May you find whatever it is you're looking for."

You turned to exit the room, walking through the corridor of his home, and out through the front door. Kit remained staring into the cauldron as the fire began to taper off and go dim. He felt his vision go cloudy, with a tear spilling over the edge of his waterline and staining his cheek.

"Yes...I hope I find it too."

[jcbbby]

prompt: 🪦 like the brightest falling star burning across the sky

🎉 JCBBBY’S 500 FOLLOWER PARTY! 🎉

thank you for not one, but TWO prompts for this prompt party! <3 I'm so glad to have you here!! - "Like the brightest falling star burning across the sky." warnings: not really any? just more Kit being dramatic and emo genre: angst note: I'm so sorry this is very short! :/ -

"Kit!" You banged on the door of his home. "Kit, open this door!"

You had awoken that morning to the delivery of a letter, from Kit. Expecting a beautifully written poem of sorts, given your smitten exchanges over the last several months. However, upon unfolding the paper, your smile fell. It was a letter detailing how he believed you two should break things off, and that he was sorry for leading you on. Your heart sunk as he signed off his letter asking you to just forget him, as if it were so simple.

You continued banging on the wooden door, feeling your fists grow red with each furious rap on it. Suddenly, the door opened, your hand stopped short of landing another blow. There he stood in front of you, stoic but guarded. He leaned against the door frame.

"What on earth is this?!" You spat, waving the letter in front of his face. "Have you so little feeling for me? Was this all just a bit of fun for you?"

"Darling...please. Just go." He sighed, going to close the door.

You shoved your way through the threshold, defiant on getting to the bottom of this. "No. I deserve an answer, Kit. It was just two days ago we were dancing around giggling like children, and now you ask me to forget you? Have I done something to you?"

Kit walked toward his sitting room as you followed, letting the door shut behind you. He didn't answer as he made his way over to his desk, sitting in his writing chair. You stood a few paces from him, trying your best to maintain composure.

"Answer me!" You demanded.

He shook his head, not meeting your eyeline. "No, you've done nothing. You've been wonderful. The problem lies with me...you are not deserving of me."

You cocked your head back, letting out an exasperated huff. "I beg your pardon? Kit, you are a shining star, my love. Can you not see how passionate you make me?"

"Yes... a shining star. Like the brightest falling star burning across the sky... only to then fizzle out, spent and gone." Kit hung his head, before quickly turning it toward the fire. "You ought to leave."

"No, no. Kit, please...just..." You approached him, kneeling down in front of him.

You looked up to him with large, doe eyes, tears stinging them. You took his hand in yours, kissing it lightly.

"Darling..." He began, taking his hand to your cheek. "I am a like a belladonna flower. Tis nice to look at, but the demise of any who dares let it in."

"I care not! All I do care about is you. Why not let me decide my fate for myself?" You placed your hand over his on your cheek.

"I have caused many a person enough pain and strife to last them into the afterlife..." He lightly pushed you out of his way as he stood up and began walking to the fireplace. "I refuse to let another soul succumb to my impulsive temper, or my suggestive activities. You should leave now while you still have your wits about you."

"What are you even on about? Kit, you sound like one of your plays." You crossed your arms over your chest. "Do you hear yourself?"

He spun around, a scowl across his expression. "I am one of my plays, haven't you caught on? Tragedy, despair, pain. Where do you think I find inspiration?"

You were silent, unsure of how to reply. You shuffled on your feet, both holding each other's stare for a moment. "I...I just want to help you." Your demeanor softened.

"I did not ask thee for help..." He spat. "You would help me by leaving. Forgetting me. Moving on."

You felt your body tense, overcome by frustration. It was clear there was no getting through to him. "Fine. As you wish." You spun on your heels to walk back to the front door. After one step, you spun back around. "You might let yourself indulge in a happily ever after sometimes. Perhaps you wouldn't become so fizzled out, spent and gone. Goodbye Kit."

With that, you walked out the door, slamming it behind you. Kit sighed to himself, walking back to his desk. He sunk down into his chair and quietly picked up his quill. As he wrote, a tear fell from his cheek, darkening a spot on the paper.

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me & the devil | prologue

Warnings: none, slight fluff, thriller

There's a dreary little town where nothing much happens, the edge of it is lined by forests with trees that speak to the sky, and the other side has cliffs that connect the town to the harsh ocean crashing on the rocks of the dark grey jagged stones. It's almost always raining or there’s the smog that blinds the route back home if one is not careful. But yet there is still a town thriving there by itself, a town with its own problems and lore one doesn't dare delve into. 

It was always peaceful when you were out reading by yourself, treading outside of the town by its edge where the grass was greener and the view of the ocean would feel endless and hauntingly beautiful. Except the serenity was broken by a harsh loud gunshot far away and you could see a flock of birds fly away. This wasn't a good sign, you were sure that was a signal from a watch tower. You picked up your books and satchel, dusted off the grass off your skirt, and headed back to the town. There was a familiar route everyone took, you could hear a bunch of men talking nearby and for sure it was the hunting party from your town. 

"You shouldn't be out here young lady, times are dangerous, besides it's almost time for curfew." An older male spoke, he had a greying beard and a hat. The town had appointed him as the head of the hunting party or watch party whatever you preferred to call it.

"I'm sorry sir, I'll be on my way, but please be home safe," you responded with a gentle smile as the man nodded and gave you a gentle pat on the head. "We'll be fine child don't worry, we'll be home soon." In these trying times, it had become a common phrase to wish people to be well and to return home. Your eyes lingered though, amongst the group of men chatting and walking there was a familiar figure you had hoped to see. A smoke in his hands and a bag slung on his shoulders. You watched his cheeks hollow as he took a drag of his smoke and then he looked your way, a glance that he snuck not to make it so obvious. It wasn't more so that anyone else cared, it was more like neither of you wanted to address this silent waltz you two shared. Just one look your way and it had you turn away immediately, the heat rising to your cheeks. You smoothed out the hair from in front of your face and the young man could see the familiar ribbon in your hair. The bright yellow colour was tied neatly in the braid of it. 

You heard the footsteps get farther slowly and you had climbed up the steps of the hill and felt it was safe to watch them from here, in a way it could be seen like a silent goodbye one could bid the townsfolk. But the boy was treading behind slowly as the last one among them, his hair was tied in the tiniest bun you'd seen and he dropped the stub of the cigarette, stepping on it to burn it out but as he did he made sure to look up. It's like he knew you were there but if he was honest he was just looking to see if he could sneak another glance at your passing form but here you were unable to look away. Your gazes lingered and you were sure this meant something, anything. There was a faint smile on his lips as he took a few steps back before turning to the party and walking away. He had smiled you wondered taking in a deep breath, what was this feeling that was growing, you couldn't get it out of your mind for it felt like something was blossoming in your heart yet it had thorns. This weird sense of wonder 'was it love?' but then what was this anxiety it brought with it, a strange melancholy as if it's a child's fairytale..a foolish lovers tale. You knew if you kept this up it could be hurtful but he was beautiful you wondered as his face appeared before your eyes and you stopped in your tracks to compose yourself before you headed back home. 

You walked down the pavement to the closest street and into the familiar town where you felt safe. You lived by yourself in a cosy little house, it did feel a little claustrophobic at times but you were still grateful for having a roof over your head. It rained again that night, a heavy downpour as you lay in bed. Your fingers weaved in the yellow silk that you played with, the ribbon was your favourite now and you didn't even like this shade of yellow if you were honest but it had made a home in your heart. It boggled your mind though, how that was the only time you two had exchanged words.

~

He was on watch duty at the checkpoint closest to the town, that's usually where he could find troublesome kids or teens trespassing and send them back. "Hey, Jamie right?" he heard a voice and turned around to see you standing there for the first time. You were a familiar face no doubt, the town did know each other a little bit. "These came from the church, Father sent them." It was a bag that had an aid kit and some tools, flares guns, and things to keep for a watchman in the woods. Jamie had inspected the contents of the bag and hmmd in acceptance. "These'll do, thank you." You had simply waited awkwardly in the brief moment you were there, you were sure there were tiny butterflies threatening to flutter from inside of you. He was rather pretty, it kind of made you self-conscious in those few minutes alone. Such was his presence to you or its impact at the first encounter. 

You were headed back on your way until you felt like your bag felt lighter, it was that hunch we all get when you're sure you misplaced something. You were at the same foot of the hill you had recalled, rummaging through your leather bag to find your book and you were trying to wonder where on your trail you must have dropped it. There was a gentle tap on your shoulder, "Sorry but I think you dropped these." It was him and in his hand was your book and a yellow ribbon. He seemed rather polite and sweet, especially with that smile, "I thought I'd lost it, I was so worried, thank you," you spoke taking your belongings, you were sure though the ribbon wasn't yours. "I best be off, can't leave me station unattended, please be home safe." he had replied and the concern in his voice with those last words really made your heart skip a beat. He was gone just as he'd appeared taking a few long strides and he was down the hill. You didn't even get to ask about the ribbon but since then it had become silent proof of any vague relation that you two shared. It was vague for you two perhaps but anyone could see and tell it was affection.

~

You had kept the ribbon aside over your side table and walked over to the window, the rain was showing no signs of slowing down and it only worried you. The town had seen its fair share of problems but nothing compared to the demon in the woods that had haunted the cliffs for as long as you could remember. Every now and then, the fog would get dense, the storms worse and it was a sign that it would descend. Only the search party had ever seen 'the thing' and had made a rule to never speak of it back home for the sake of the prosperity of the town, but of course, when you grow up you learn and many over the years had joined the hunting parties to protect their little abode. Maybe that's why you were fearful, fearful that the tiniest hope of glimmer in your life could be taken away. You were infatuated with Jamie and were in silent denial.