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Does leopard still have 3 lives in her final battle? Or was that changed?
Yep. I think she drowned her once, then Leopardstar lunges up refreshed, and she gets the upper paw on Mistyfoot with 2 lives to go.
(MAYBE tw gore, but I really did try to be tasteful about a head being smashed on a rock.)
On her back, splashing and thrashing furiously against Leopardstar's claws dunking her head under, Mistyfoot glimpses a wave breaking just over the tip of a stone-blue rock. Her only chance.
With a surge of power, her claws sink into her leader's golden shoulder and they tumble and roll to the right. Before the tyrant even realizes what's happening, she's yanked up, and then whipped backwards with a wet CRUNCH
And then again
And again
And again, until Mistyfoot can't even make out what's left of her leader anymore. All she can see is that it's a red, brown, and yellow blur, because her eyes burning with salty tears and her whole body is trembling.
She drops the corpse onto the stone and it slides into the water, lifelessly. After a moment it spasms aimlessly one last time, like an insect does after its head is bitten off, unlike the deliberate, agonized throes of Tigerstar suffering through his doomed lives. And then it's still.
There's only the tranquil sound of bubbling water, and Mistyfoot's frenzied panting. Her pounding heart makes it hard to hear either.
The blood is carried off by the shallow water in scarlet swirls, but the lake runs pale red as if it's washing it away. Some were aware of this prophecy, but Mistyfoot was not.
It isn't closure to her, or a fulfillment of divine decree. It's just blood that should be on her paws, slicked away by the complicit river. She wished it could feel like it's over, but she's smart enough to know the truth. Has been through enough terrible events like this to understand what comes next.
Her body will move foward. Her mind will need to consider her deputy. Her paw will come down on code-defying cats like Blackclaw and Greenflower. But her heart will stay here, next to the remains of Leopardstar, the same way another piece of it remains at Stonefur's side across space and time.
#Tw gore#Juuuust in case but I did try to stay tasteful#While also trying to write it as gut-wrenchingly violent as I imagine in my head#Because it's important that it haunts her#The kill wasn't pretty and clean. It was awful. She didn't want this. It wasn't heroic#'Why did you do this to me? Why did you make this so cruel?'#'Why was the last thing you ever did to me such a horrible command as a leader?'#'And why did I obey your orders until the bitter bitter end?'#'How could you turn my defiance into a new kind of cruel obediance? Did I not suffer ENOUGH for you?'#'And now there is no head to bury with your body. I am cursed with the last memory of your face. I alone will know how you looked at me'#'That the last expression on your face wasn't pain or confusion or realization.'#'It was all fury. For me.'#OF COURSE tho I will continue to make funny rock jokes until the day I die lmaoo#Duality of Bones#Hmm maybe when I get to this in BB!TNP I'll be quick and objective about it and save the Misty Emotions for like...#I miss how the field guides used to have stories told in 1st person.#It would be fun to have a BB!Mistystar Speaks#Because I do LOVE writing Misty's verbose and philosophical speeches.#As you can see from the tags lmao#BB!Mistystar#Better bones au
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my princess nonsense is being encouraged watch ouyt imabout to be eneaabled
OK WHATF ATHAT'S SO CUTE I HAD TO MAKE IT i know realistically there's little to no chance that rei DOESN'T know how to work heels đ€Ł BUT IMAGINE.....ING.... YAKUMO GENTLY GUIDING REI IN HEELS, WEEKS BEFORE THE BIG GALA AND HAVING NONE OF HIS NORMAL FEAR OF PHYSICAL TOUCH BC HIS [TEACHER MODE] IS OVERRIDING HIS INSECURITY
#rei looking directly at the camera like why are you subjecting me to this. i do not need any of this. i know how to do it#rei wearing stilettos the size of your head so he becomes ur very tall bird goth gf#you know how yakumo gets when he instructs someone on how to cook something#he becomes confident and just tells ppl how to do stuff without his usual amount of stutter and secondguessing#i'm gonna pretend that after his stiletto training in misty vale he gains a TINY MOLECULE of confidence due to experience#like [i can help you if you've never done it before?]#honestly i can't imagine this scenario happening because i am so SURE that rei can walk in heels HAHAHA even tho nothing has proven that#SOMETHING COME PROVE ME WRONG SO MY DELUSIONS CAN SLIDE CLOSER TO POSSIBILITY#anyway even if rei didn't know how to wear heels#would he ever mention it? would yakumo ever learn of it?#rei would probably be all . i don't need to wear heels. they can't even see them under the dress. i'll wear my practical shoes#but if he can't get away with that and will be forced to wear heels at the party...#maybe he'll go [meh. i'll figure it out] and just not wear them until the day of the dance#at which point his feet will hurt after 20 minutes and for the whole night he takes any chance to sit down#rei can be frequently spotted on SOME surface SOMEWHERE in the palace. sitting all splayed out and uncaring of propriety#because he is in PAIN and these shoes are STUPID and why do people wear them for ANYTHING . Royals are so IMPRACTICAL#yakumo keeps trying to avoid heels for the dance because he doesn't want to be any taller than he already is#i bet there's a full convo about it between him and eiden#eiden trying to reassure him that if he wants to wear heels then he shouldn't let others' perception stop him from doing so#but if he genuinely doesn't want to wear them then that's ok too#eiden craning his neck up at yakumo in heels like you're my pretty princess 1-2 heads taller than me your height doesn't matter đ„°#i'm now torn. yakumo and rei both wearing heels now? in order to stay at similar heights?#or. rei starting out with heels. getting tired of them. going barefoot for the rest of the night lol#yakumo and rei still dancing in their ballgowns together but a much shorter rei leads a yakumo in heels#yes. yes this is the vision#yakurei#replies#nu carnival yakumo#nu carnival rei
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pairing: fem!reader x cordelia goode
synopsis: loss isnt the end of everything nor does it mean to let go, yet the swelling pain of all the happy places cordelia remembers of you. she travels through all of the happiest places and ends at the most devastating yet where you were at your best rest.
warnings: angst, death, sadness, (lowercase intended), italicized are memories
w/c: 6.9k
a/n: literally looked up literal places in new orleans for this help also this feels controversial
six months, it had been six months since you'd been gone. cordelia felt as though she was in an endless spiral. nothing hurt more than the smile on your face, which was now only in her memory. the day you left out the door, she wish she told you she loved you before you went, or even just said bye. that day was the day she expected you to come home, give her a kiss, and a hug. she received neither that day.
4:37 p.m
she could only lay on her side and watch as time ticked. she felt as though it would be impossible to get up, mourning was never easy. she sat up, her feet hanging off the side of the bed. the white slippers you'd bought her for christmas sometime ago. she stood, walking towards her closet she opened it. she only sighed as she picked out a button shirt and black pants. she ran a cardigan over her shoulders and closed her closet. going into the connected door to her bathroom she opened it and went to her half of the double sink. she turned and saw all your remaining stuff that she never moved since you left. her hands rested on the counter as she looked look into the mirror. reflections of you ghosted the background, only to wish it was real
she slipped on black heels, and walked out of her room. heels clicked softly against the wooden stairs of the academy. she grabbed her purse off the hang and left. she went down the now concrete stairs.
new orleans city park
the new orleans city park was always a favorite place for you to visit. be a free spirit. you specifically loved the botanical gardens. though cordelia always complained that the green house was perfectly fine, she still loved to see you explore the garden and give you sweet little flowers. her hands grazed the many flowers, red, yellow, pink, white. she took a white one for herself and held it.
"delia! look here, a daisy," you nicely shoved it in her face for her to see, "my dear, its as pretty as you." she gently moved the daisy out of her face and looked at you with adoration. so many emotions overwhelmed her anytime she was in your presence. you grabbed her hand as you led her onward to what she felt like was an endless maze of flowers, something so fumbling yet beautiful. just as she would always call you, you were free and adventurous. you showed her a whole new world she never knew she could enter until she found you. and she was forever grateful for it.
the endless maze was no longer endless now that you were not there to guide her through it as always. her trip felt so long yet so short because of your ghosted presence. she left the garden, usually without you. she stood on the sidewalk feeling the air.
the rabbit's foot
you always got a bagel from the rabbits foot, every other day you'd grab one. it was always a quick treat youd enjoy to grab to boost your mode before starting your classes. you always persisted on grabbing something for her, yet she made it clear she was okay. now when she walked through the door she wish she accepted it.
RING the shop bell rang as she opened the door to the rabbits foot, "hello ma'am! could i help you today?" a sweet young woman offered cordelia help. she was hesitant for a minute before asking, "could i just get one bagel, please?" she smiled politely, "one bagel coming up, $3.09 is your total." cordelia opened her bag for her wallet and saw the picture of you two she felt as though she might break down on the spot. she pulled out 4 dollars and handed it to the woman, "keep the change." she gave a silent thank you, "the name for the order?"
"y/n" you smiled. the lady on the other side nodded, "your name will be called once your bagel is ready." you smiled and went to look around. cordelia found a seat next to the window as you sat across from her. "dee, are you sure you didnt want me to order you something?" she smiled at you and nodded, "darling im positive." you hummed as to not push her farther. "i spy with my little eye some black." you looked at her and smiled. she was confused for a moment and looked at you and then looked back scanning the streets for something black. she scanned for a little bit before she noticed the 2 dimensional rabbit leaned against a pole at the front of the store. "the rabbit?" you giggled and nodded.
"cordelia?" she heard her name being called ss the stared at the black rabbit through the window. she turned around and went to the receiving counter for her bagel. "have a good one," the lady smiled, cordelia reciprocated "you as well." she left the counter and opened the bag the bagel was in. it was the same bag you brought back to the academy every other day. a white bag with little bunnies on them. she took the bagel out and it reminded her of the joy you'd get from it. she got took a small piece of it and ate it. everything flooded back, she left the store with the usual bell ring.
the cemetery
what felt like miles she finally made her way to your resting place. it felt like forever watching you go. tears rimmed her brown eyes. nothing hurt more than seeing you, without your presence. she felt as though she could never be at ease again without you. "hey baby. its me, delia, i miss you a lot. i brought you a flower." it was a little silence before she placed the daisy on the ground. "it was your favorite, remember?" she wished she could have at least one more word from you. "i got one of those bagels you loved. It's not that bad actually." she laughed. she pushed a piece of hair behind her ear, "i miss you more than anything my dear, if i could see you one last time maybe I could've done something, just maybe." her voice cracked as tears dropped down her cheeks. "i love you" she tested her head against your stone. one last time to hold you.
miss robichaux's academy. 8:23 p.m
cordelia arrived back at the academy after sometime. it was quiet in the academy, the lights were off besides the lit candles. in the living room and kitchen. she went up the stairs heels clicking against the wood. she opened up the door, to wish to see you. she took off her heels not even bothering to line them up neatly alongside her other shoes. she went to the bathroom to wash her face and get ready for her slumber, she got into the shower and stayed there, letting them steam build. everything was slowly blurry in the hotness. she let every drop of water run down her body before she got out.
"delia! are you here?" she came out of the bathroom, steam following along. "I'm here my dear." she responded, emerging from the steam. you were changing into pajamas as she did the same. "how was your day?" she asked. you slipped a shirt over you "quite fine, i ran into misty around town. you?" you told her, "i went down to the rabbits foot and got a bagel, you know the ones you like. but um.. before that i went to the city park. got a daisy of course. then i went to visit you.." she trailed off as she turned to you, laying on the bed holding her hand. "thank you, i missed you." she took your hand
"you're not even here." tears welled.
a/n: this was not supposed to be this long woops
#cordelia goode#cordelia goode x reader#ahs coven#american horror story coven#cordelia goode angst#american horror story#cordelia goode imagine#coven#miss robichaux's academy#sarah paulson#ahs apocalypse#american horror story apocalypse#misty day#wlw#women love women#lgbtq#lesbian#gay
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hell if anything the experience's probably mellowed misty out a bit. if she hadn't have gotten all that wildass shit out in her teens you know she'd be a major serial killer by now
#yellowjackets#misty quigley#finally caught up! hell yeah!#anyway. as bad as misty might be. imagine if she'd lived WITHOUT this enrichment. she'd have killed so many more people at this point#i just think it's really funny that everyone is understandably traumatised and misty's like ah. the good old days
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web weaving
#freud is having a field day with this bitch#misty quigley#yellowjackets#the banshee of new jersey...#not quite the sharp object but the thing holding the sharp object....#imagine if natalie's surname meant anything. i'd k!ll meself
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ask me a prompt!
So, I've decided that I'm going to innovate with the AHS: Coven imagines and write them based on a new list of prompts (now made exclusively by me), to help with ordering and writing as well.
Ask rules remain the same, but now you can use more than one prompt when you ask me! I'll use the same list for the other fandoms I write about, if anyone wants it, feel free to ask.
Requests are open!
PROMPTS HEREEEEE:
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âyou smell really nice.â
âis that my shirt?â
âi think iâm falling for you.â
âyou okay?â
âiâm here with you.â
âwas that your first kiss?â
âplease, i want cuddles.â
âyes, you can hold my hand, sweetie.â
âgo to sleep.â
âiâll keep you warm.â
âitâs a surprise.â
âiâd never be afraid of you.â
âiâll always protect you, no matter what.â
âi trust you.â
âwill you be my girlfriend/boyfriend?â
âwill you marry me?â
âwhy are we hiding?â
âplease, talk to me.â
âitâs okay, you can cry.â
âhold still.â
âiâm glad youâre okay.â
âyouâre here with me.â
âi missed you.â
âdonât go!â
âlisten, i didnât mean to scare you.â
âlooking good, babe!â
âdid you just called me baby?â
âyou called me.â
âbaby.â
âyouâre my family.â
âyou matter to me.â
âlanguage!â
âkiss me.â
âiâm ready.â
âwas that good enough for you?â
âyouâre my whole world.â
âi love you.â
âwhat do you mean with... pregnant?â
âstay.â
âno, iâll take care of you.â
âare you hungry?â
âtell me who hurt you.â
âiâll be the little spoon.â
âyouâre sick, you need to rest.â
âwhoâs jealous?â
âwhoâs she/he/they?â
âyouâre so jealous.â
âyou look sexy.â
âtake off your clothes.â
âlet me unzip your dress, please.â
âi will never get enough of you.âÂ
 âuse your words.â
"don't hold back.."
REQUESTS OPEN!
Feel free to ask!
#ahs coven#american horror story#american horror story imagines#lgbt#prompt#romance#angst#fluffy#misty day x reader#cordelia goode x reader#cordelia foxx x reader#fiona goode x reader#zoe benson x reader#kyle spencer x reader#madison montgomery x reader#marie laveau x reader#queenie x reader#nan x reader#myrtle snow x reader#luke ramsey x reader#just had to add some hot prompts cause why not?
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Ngl a little surprised that no one else seems to have leapt at the opportunity to make a werewolf yellowjackets au. Like I really don't think you could come up with a more fitting au concept for this show than that.
#yellowjackets#imagine misty watching a werewolf attack one of the other girls and she just lets it happen#lets it happen so she can swoop in and save the day after#classic misty#and then imagine all the adult characters concealing their wolfy-ness from their friends and families#secret werewolf milfs#shauna sometimes just eats a whole rabbit raw and chews on the bones. as a treat.#they definitely eat coach ben in wvery scenario (sorry ben)
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oughhhhhhhhhhhh........ 89 F days in early May..........
#like 77F inside my ROOM right now whilst I try to get ready for bed and such.. DESPITE putting like layers of cover#over the windows and blocking the sun out for nearly the entire day.................................... evil#which I know is not bad compared to some places I guess but just...grrr....#Wild that one of my primary life goals and unreachable dreams is just ''live in a place with good air conditioning'' lol#No 'dinky little ac you have to tediously install in the window' that will be loud and annoying and keep you awake#and you can hear everyhting outside all the time and etc. etc. no.... the entire house... on one big air conditioning system....#imagine.............#Some news station posted a status like 'yaay summer weather! hope everyone has fun at the parks this weekend!''#... posts written by people who must live in some alternate reality or something ghjbhj...#One persons ''hellish doom pit of misery'' is another persons ''fun tee hee outdoor activity weekend~'' I suppose#I mean its also that my health problems just make me overly heat sensitive so there is SOME practical reason behind my preferences#also.. but even before I had as many physical issues. I just always loved that type of weather so much more and generally didn't like heat#MY version of ''OOh nice weather to go outside in!!!'' would be like.. 40F and partly cloudy. or gray skies misty and 60F or so. lol#... misty with gray skies my dearly beloved.... fog...... hail.... precipitation in general.... my closest ally and companion#... now I am daydreaming about them (cold weather conditions)...
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I would assume that misty is going to kill and eat showtunes so I want to forgive her for everything, but since it seems like she just became showtunes 2.0 I simply cannot.
#đ#yellowjackets#truly it's like with misty they took everything I find annoying in a person and created her I'm so sorry#anyway this was a fun episode lmao loved ben being like what are you gonna do???? eat me???#also like love mari being like and what do you contribute??? girl what do YOU contribute other than bad vibes#she's kind of a total friggin cuntwad 90% of the time I'm tired of it so annoying she's team lottie#also I thought they were out of bear meat when they ate jackie I think that we all need to admit that they just wanted to eat jackie lmao#it's kinda like the time when my sister and I tried the subway diet and we were eating the same sandwich every day like twice a day#and then we both snapped and were like we can't do this we're going to wendy's and I ate a double stack and chicken nuggets and a large#lime coke even though I was trying to stop drinking soda on top of the diet#let's see what else did I enjoy I enjoyed lottie's plotline this week. it's refreshing to see she's horrified with the cannibalism and#does NOT want to go back to it as well as the other girls showing a lot of guilt for it 25 years later imagine that!#felt good to be correct about javi being alive they were just saying that he was surely dead way too many times for me to believe it#excited we finally get adult van she's very hot but also my grandpa's name was van so a little awkward#um yeah that's all I can think of right now
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hi! i just recently got tumblr and i love writing fics so i figured it would be pretty fun! i love ahs and am comfortable with writing for most of the female characters! feel free to request ficlets, hcs, or imagines! i'll post some of my own soon <3
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Arranged Marriage Trope ~ 2.8K Words
Wolf-Hybrid!HusbandXHuman!GNFatReader
CW: Arranged marriage, distant relationship, mild bdsm, mild dom/sub vibes, dominant personality more than anything else, masturbation, knotting, size kink, breeding. Honestly itâs pretty tame compared to a lot of my stuff.
It was an arranged marriage. Two powerful families, a long time feud, and a wedding to forge the peace. It wasnât unique, but it was uniquely awful for you.
Your new husband was a large, stoic wolf hybrid. He was gorgeous, you couldnât deny that. He was well over 6 feet, and his tight black dress shirts did little to hide the muscles he touted. His fur was dark grey, like a misty mountain range. Sometimes you imagined touching it.
You felt dwarfed, which wasnât something your chubby ass had experienced much. So that was nice.
But thatâs where the positives ended. Yes, you looked great on his arm, a slinky black gown to match his silky black slacks and shirt, but you had no connection.
He seemed uninterested or unwilling to get to know you. You figured, if you were going to have to spend your lives together, you could at least develop a friendship. It wasnât the love filled marriage youâd dreamed of, but it could still be a partnership, nonetheless.
You tried everything you could think of to seduce the absolute brick of a man. You flirted with him during every interaction you could. You brought him little treats you had baked while he worked. You rubbed his shoulders after a long day. Nothing seemed to make him warm to you.
He seemed comfortable having you around, but also seemed to have no interest in interacting with you, unless you initiated it. It was starting to drive you mad.
Youâd noticed little things about him that were more subtle. Things you didnât realize heâd do. He always protected you when he was around. You were⊠clumsy to say the least, and the amount of times heâd caught your dumb ass as you were about to fall was kind of comical. It got to the point he always had a hand hovering around you. At your lower back, your hip, your thigh. It was almost like he gravitated around you.
Then there was his eyes. He didnât express much on his face, in his dangerous line of work, he couldnât. But that didnât stop his eyes. Youâd learned to read him from watching his eyes. Youâd be in meetings together, and without fail you could guess his response. The subtle ways his brows furrowed when he was interested, and listening intently. Or the fire that flashed when he got annoyed.
You noticed his eyes when he looked at you as well. You couldnât tell what it was, but there was a distinct, unique look in his eyes when he looked at you. And a faint blush to his cheeks when you caught him staring.
Youâd started thinking maybe something would come of you two after all, but despite your ever boldening efforts, nothing happened.
Finally, after nearly a year of this new life, you were pent up, and frustrated. You shared a bed, which made any sort of self pleasure extremely difficult. Normally you could time things for when he was busy, or showering. But one night, much later than you would have liked to be asleep, your cunt throbbed.
You squirmed lightly in the large king size bed. He lay mere inches from you, soft snores rising from his chest. His face was serene, calm. You didnât get to see him at peace very often. Youâd begun to cherish seeing him like this.
You couldnât focus long enough to go to sleep. Your thighs were sticky with your arousal. You wanted to be fucked. It had been so long. Prior to the wedding, youâd been told heâd expect you to fulfil certain⊠duties. But heâd never touched you in that way aside from a chaste kiss at your wedding.
Youâd spent years of your life before meeting him, fearing the tyrant man youâd likely marry, and sometimes, dreaming about the handsome man youâd marry. But you were met with him, something youâd never expected or imagined. Uninterested.
You whined softly to yourself. You were desperate. He was asleep⊠right? You listened to his breathing. It sounded even. His soft snores solidified your decision.
You turned to lay on your back, a hand snaked down to gently rub your aching clit. You almost moaned out loud, your other hand whipping to your mouth to cover it. He was so close. He was so beautiful. You wanted him. It surprised you how confident you were in that asseratation. You spun your fingers in circles on your small bud while gazing at his face.
You imagined his hands on your body. Those huge, strong hands. What things had he done with those hands? The idea of such violence colliding with your soft, pliable body, had you stifling another moan.
You dipped lower and sunk two fingers into your cunt. You couldnât help a whimper slipping through. It wasnât enough. It was never enough. You wanted him to fill you, you wanted him to take you. Why couldnât he just want you back?!
You groaned in frustration, your fingers desperately pushing in and out of you. You were starting to think you wouldnât be able to cum while staring at his face, wanting him so badly.
âPleaseâŠâ you moaned his name before you could stop yourself.
His eyes snapped open. You yelped and scrambled to pull your fingers out of your body, your positioning clear.
âWhat do you think youâre doing?!â He demanded, his voice dark, an edge you couldnât place to it. He turned to look at you, his eyes raking down the thin sheet that covered you. Your pj shorts were pulled to your knees, your tank pulled up and over your chest. All that stopped him from seeing you on full display was that barely there sheet. You felt your nipples harden and his eyes flashed down from yours to stare.
âAnswer.â He gave no room for argument. His eyes didnât leave your chest.
âI, uh, I must have been having a bad dream. Sorry I wo-â he didnât let you finish. He ripped the sheet off of your body and before you could even react, he climbed on top of you, pinning you down underneath him. He held your hands above your head in one thick fist, his knees in between your legs, holding them open. His other hand lightly caressed your round, soft tummy.
âDo not lie to me.â He whispered into your ear, leaning down so his face was next to yours. âYou have one more chance to explain why you are almost naked, moaning out my name like a slut.â
Your cheeks burned. You turned your head and squeezed your eyes hoping maybe that would make it all go away.
His warm breath on your face told you it wouldnât.
âI⊠I⊠I was justâŠâ you didnât know what to say. I was just fingering myself while desperately thinking about you fucking me?! Yeah⊠no.
He stared at your face. You peeked up at him, surprised by the slight smirk you could see playing in his lips. You had thought he was furious? But maybeâŠ
âI was touching myself.â You spoke softly. Embarrassed still. Even with your soaking cunt spread open for him.
âWhat were you imagining?â He replied, not missing a beat.
âYou.â You practically whispered. He groaned above you.
âShow me what you were doing.â He leaned back and let go of your wrists. He sat back on his calves, kneeled in between your thighs still. You looked up at him, eyes wide with uncertainty. He nodded curtly towards your exposed pussy. He brought his hands up to massage idly at your thick thighs. His thumbs ran along stretch marks and dimples near your hips.
You squirmed, hesitant to perform such a vulnerable action in front of another person. He turned his face from the flesh of your thighs he was handling, up to yours and caught your gaze. âThis is your final warning. Do not push me, love.â His tone, deadly. You found your cheeks burning even hotter at the casual term of affection heâd used.
You couldnât pull your eyes from his, but slowly lowered your hand down to your clit. You rubbed yourself unenthusiastically.
Your husband who had never seemed as wolf-like as he did now, tsked at you. âI donât think pathetic movements like those were what made you moan my name.â He reminded you again of your embarrassment.
You whimpered and a shudder ran through him. You reached your fingers further, and pressed two shallowly into your cunt. You were surprised by how much more wet you had become. The fear, the uncertainty of his next move, had you on edge like never before.
âNow, tell me, no donât stop moving.â He interrupted himself when you paused. âThatâs right, now tell me, why were you imagining me while fingering yourself? Why were you staring at my face while trying to make yourself cum?â You thought your cheeks couldnât have gotten more red and hot until he had said that.
âI, please, just let this go, and we can pretend nothing happened.â You begged him, pleading eyes gazing up at his unimpressed ones. âIâm sorry, Iâll never do it again, Iâm sorry.â
âYou donât listen very well, do you?â His tone was threatening. He flipped you over in the blink of an eye, and pressed your soft, round body into the bed. You felt his rock hard cock press into your ass from behind through his pyjamas. Your eyes flew open at the realisation of how turned on he was.
âDoes that make you less self conscious, love?â He asked, patronisingly, grinding his hips against you. âYou might even get a reward if youâre a good slut for me.â You felt yourself get even wetter, if that was possible.
âI was thinking about you fucking me, because I think I might be in love with you, and you never even give me the time of day, and we are just laying in this bed every night, so close and yet so far and I hate it and I donât know what to do!â You shouted in a chaotic, blubbering stream. You gasped a breath after the words had finished tumbling from your mouth. You hadnât really meant to say quite that many wordsâŠ
For a long moment, your wolf hybrid husband was motionless above you. Your face was pressed into the mattress. Tears began to prick the edges of your eyes with each second that dragged on.
âBut⊠Iâm a monster?â He asked quietly. âI thought maybe you were just horny and wanted a quick fuck with a warm body.â He flipped you around, your face inches from his. He stared at you with large, round eyes. The stern, controlling man who held you seconds ago was gone, replaced by a shy puppy. âYou love me?â He asked. You could see uncertainty flash through his eyes.
âYouâre my husband.â You replied, the doubt clear even as you said the words.
The handsome man looking down at you scoffed. âThat doesnât mean anything. You didnât choose me. You didnât get to have a say. I didnât want to take advantage of our situation. I knowâŠâ he trailed off. âI know there are unfair expectations for physical relations in arranged marriages, but I swore Iâd never be that kind of man, Iâd never push you to do anything. I promised myself Iâd never let you know how desperately I wanted you.â His eyes widened as he seemed to realise what he said as he said it.
âYouâre my mate, I think.â You spoke softly, uncertain of yourself as well. You reached up and pressed your hand against his face. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back into your touch.
When he opened his eyes again, they were solid black. âThose are dangerous words, love.â He smelled your arousal on the hand that cupped his face. You hadnât registered it was the hand previously fingering your cunt.
âI like danger.â You said despite its cheesiness. It worked. Your mate chuckled.
âYou like monsters too?â He asked again. A smirk had replaced his wide eyed surprise. His hard cock pressing against your soft tummy reminded him of your current predicament. You nodded enthusiastically at his question.
âWho would have thought, my precious, little human mate would be a desperate slut for wolves.â You dipped your head at his words but he pulled your chin back up, dragging your eyes to meet his.
âI love you too, I have for a very long time.â He kissed you, long and hard. The first real kiss youâd ever shared. You felt yourself gripping him everywhere, both of your hands touching the others bodies. He squeezed your hips, fingers and claws digging into your flesh.
He nipped down your neck, not breaking the skin, but enough to leave a trail of marks. You felt his hand go to his waistband, and he groaned as he released his cock. You had known it would be big, but big didnât even begin to describe the behemoth in front of you. You felt your face pale.
The wolf above you licked his lips. âI know you can take it. One of the reasons I like my partners to be a bit thicker, better to manhandle, eh?â He teased you.
You looked between his face and cock, and his apparent disregard of your concern just made you wetter.
âI can smell you, slut.â He looked down at you with smug eyes. âYeah, youâll take me alright. Even if it have to make you.â A dangerous glint flashed in his eyes, and you felt the head of his dick at your entrance.
You second guessed yourself. You started trying to protest, but he covered your mouth with one large hand. âNow now, none of that. As you said, youâre my mate. Youâll love it.â
He slowly worked his head into you, and it was already breathtaking. You felt fuller than youâd ever felt, but anxiety at his size rose even further. Before you had a chance to protest, he started pushing deeper.
He wasnât rough, but he definitely wasnât gentle. He fucked into you with shallow thrusts, each pushing deeper than the last, until you could feel his knot battering at your entrance. The stretch was overwhelming, but you could feel the shadow of pleasure behind it.
Once he was at his full length, minus the knot, he started fucking you in earnest. He bent your legs up and over his shoulders, and practically folded you in half. It felt amazing to be so easily manoeuvred. Any stress youâd carried about being too big for him, melted away with each desperate caress he gave you. It was like he couldnât touch enough of you at once.
The pain from his size kept fading, but the pleasure only built. Soon you were loudly crying out with each thrust. He grunted above you. He spoke of filling you with his seed, breeding you.
You could feel your orgasm growing as his thrusts got rougher. His hand snaked up to your neck, and you watched a wicked smile cross his face. He pressed into your neck, squeezing your throat. Your hands raised to his arm, trying to pull him away. It was almost comical, your tiny fingers prying at his thick muscular arm.
You started seeing spots and panic filled you. Your husband stared directly into your eyes as you struggled beneath him.
âGood pet, you can do it, donât worry.â His comforting words sounded like they were too far away. You felt his knot pushing against your cunt. You tried to scream, but no sound could move past his fist on your neck.
Everything collided at once. Your vision was fading and your orgasm rising in front of you when he slammed his knot deep into your pussy. You screamed, even though no sounds came out. You both came, hard. He released your throat, and peppered you with kisses while you rode out to spasms.
Hot cum poured into your battered cunt as his thrusts turned erratic and staggered. He couldnât move much due to his knot, but he did what he could. You felt the huge pressure drag up and down the entrance of your pussy. He came for so long, longer than your entire orgasm. You were coming down while he was still filling you up. You gripped each other's bodies, sweat and saliva mixing.
He collapsed to the side, pulling you up and on top of him, his cock still wedged deep inside you. You moaned involuntarily at the movement.
âHmmm, I hope that was better than your fingers.â He hummed, amused. You grinned down at him.
âMarginally.â You teased. He looked up at you with offence and you winked, leaning down to kiss him again. You didnât think the excitement of that was going to wear off any time soon.
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Kinktober 2024: Day 2 - Somnophilia - Azriel x Reader
TW: sexual themes including overstimulation and dubcon
word count: 1.48k
NSFW under the cut
The sharp wind and misty rain pelted Azrielâs face as his long flight back from the Continent came to a close. He spent the last week surveilling Koscheiâs lake for any useful intel and had unsurprisingly come home with nothing. After 8 straight hours of flying, all he wanted to do was collapse in his fluffy bed and sleep for a whole day.Â
He neared the House of Wind, feeling the drowsiness and pull to his bed grow even stronger as he struggled to keep his eyes open. Finally landing, his tense and taut muscles were able to gradually start relaxing. As he slowly wandered down the hallway towards his room, his ears perked up at the sounds floating towards him from a few doors down. Muffled moans and something that suspiciously sounded like a headboard striking the wall. Cassian and Nesta must be at it again.
He slowly opened his door and was dismayed to find an obstacle in between him and his comfy bed - you, laying on your back, starfished right in the middle of his bed. You were dead asleep despite gripping an open book in your hand. Knowing he was set to come back tonight, you had done your best to wait up for him but evidently couldnât resist the coziness of his bed.Â
A soft smile ghosted his lips as his shadows softly shut the door behind him. He pried the book from your hands, setting it on the nightstand before softly kissing your forehead and heading to the restroom. He quickly shed his sweat-soaked leathers before running a quick bath. His sore muscles sang in relief at the warm water. As he lay in the bath, the light and sweet smell of your arousal drifted through the open door.Â
His shadows slinked back into the restroom, whispering to him the name of your book. It was one he and Nesta had been reading a few weeks earlier in their secret smutty book club. Knowing exactly what his sweet little mate had been reading had his blood swiftly rushing to his cock. He had intended to just quickly wash off and curl around you as best he could and go to sleep, but he suddenly found himself changing those plans.Â
Azriel hurried to dry himself off and slip on his sleep clothes before wandering back into his bedroom. The forceful waves of your arousal nearly knocked him over. You were still in a deep sleep with a blissful smile on your face. The skimpy camisole you were wearing didnât leave much to the imagination, showing off your perky nipples. Azrielâs gaze raked over your chest and down to your high-waisted shorts that barely covered your ass. He inched closer and closer to you, feeling his now hard cock straining against his sweatpants.
He crawled between your legs, soaking up the smell of your need as you continued dreaming. Azriel slowly gripped your shorts and pulled them down your legs. He was almost on the verge of drooling at the sight of your slick, pink pussy bared in front of him. He trailed up your legs, leaving warm open-mouthed kisses in his wake. Azriel placed a soft peck on the tip of your clit before licking a slow strip up from your entrance. His rough hands reached up to pull your thighs further apart, spreading your cunt for him.
Azriel softly suckled on your clit, sending a new wave of slick sliding down towards your entrance. He shifted down and dove into your pussy, licking up your syrupy arousal. A gentle moan slipped from your mouth as your hips shifted up and chased his mouth. He moved back up and his lips wrapped around your clit while he slipped two fingers inside you. He felt your body shifting above him as he pumped his fingers inside you, stretching you out for him. A small hand landed on his head and laced through his damp hair.Â
âWell, this is certainly a way to wake me up.â, your rough, sleep-ridden voice drifted down towards him. Azriel glanced back up at you from between your legs, finding you propped up on your elbows. His free hand grasped your wrist and moved your hand to rest on your stomach. Azriel sent some shadows to weave through your hair and rest around your neck and shoulders. âGo back to sleep, my love. Just let me make you feel good.â He gripped your thigh and dove back into your inviting cunt. Releasing a needy moan, you laid back on the bed and swiftly drifted back to sleep.
Your slick continued to drip between your legs, soaking Azrielâs face and the sheets below you. Even while asleep, his skilled mouth quickly brought you to your first orgasm of the night. Your back arched and your breaths quickened into soft pants as you came in his mouth. The intoxicating taste of your release had his hips bucking up, grinding his swollen cock into the edge of the bed, desperate for a sliver of relief.Â
Azriel groaned into your heat as he felt his precum drip down his cock. His fingers inched further inside of you, pressing against the spot that always made you see stars and beg for more. He glanced up at you and grazed his teeth against your sensitive clit when he heard your breath hitch. He promptly brought you to your second and third orgasm until your legs were shaking around his head. Your hand drifted back down to his hair and softly pulled him up from your cunt. Drifting in and out of consciousness, you managed to string together a mumbled plea. âToo much, Az.â, your soft voice lowly murmured.
He rose up and trailed his hands over your body, taking off your camisole in the process. Azriel hovered over you and rested his head on your bare chest. âSorry, love. Didnât mean to get carried away,â You sleepily hummed and cradled his head in your hand. His head drifted up and he nosed into the crook of your neck. âBut I think you can cum one more time for me, yeah?â You roughly bit your lip and rapidly nodded against him. You whined at the anticipation of feeling him again. The Mother had certainly given you the horniest male in existence for a mate. His scarred hands gripped your hips in the way he knew you loved as he gently flipped you onto your stomach. Azriel crawled off the bed and stood at the foot of the bed. He outright moaned as he loosened the laces of his pants before pulling them off to release his leaky cock from its confines. He couldnât hide his smile at the sight of your head resting on top of your arms, already asleep again.
Azriel loved many things about his sleepy girl, particularly how cuddly and pliant you get. But this, this was something you had always talked about doing that Azriel hadnât been lucky enough to experience. You both loved the idea of him taking you as you slept, letting him use you solely for his pleasure. His cock bobbed in the air as he stared at your supple ass, debating about how he wanted to take you. He crawled on top of you and sat on your thighs a few inches behind your ass. He gripped your cheeks before using one hand to guide the tip of his member through your soaked folds. Azriel angled your hips up towards him before sliding into you and sheathing his cock fully inside of your warm, welcoming heat.
You both groaned at the stretch, Azriel much louder than you. He didnât even need to give you time to adjust as your body was relaxed enough by your previous slumber. He grasped your waist and pulled his hips back to thrust into you. He had been so pent up over the past week that it didnât take him much to get close. Getting lost in his own pleasure, he roughly took your tight cunt. Your light moans could barely be heard over his hips slapping into your ass.
Azriel felt his abs straining as he started to approach his release. He shifted his legs further up the bed and caged your torso under his chest. His thrusts started to get harder and erratic as he felt you tighten around them.
Azriel bit down a moan as his hips stilled and he spilled into you, your walls spasming around him as you came for the fourth time. After taking a few minutes to catch his breath, he slowly clambered off the bed and slipped his pants back on before laying down next to you. He gingerly turned you onto your side and pulled you into his chest. Not even five minutes later, he found his chin resting on your shoulder and felt himself pulled into sleep by your comforting warmth.
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every time every. time i make a new oc im like ok im gonna stick to the canon material, BUT its just too good to rewrite everything to perfectly (or not so perfectly) fit my little blorbo
it all started with: vik met v way before, specifically he helped her and vincent out when they ran away from home
but as i was walking home earlier (like 10 minutes ago) i was like why stop there what if jackie and v also met before and while i was tempted to make the friendship YEARS longer i thought of a slightly more fun thing
so basically i had been playing with the idea of v having a crush on misty for awhile, she hit on her first but misty ended up falling for jackie (all in good faith there is no bad blood whatsoever) but that didnât really work out with the canon backstory (atleast for streetkid v (im sure it doesnt even work out now because of the timeline of jackie and mistyâs relationship, someone who is smarter than i am probably knows))
so my two braincells finally collided and i came up with this:
sometime before atlanta v had randomly hit on misty somewhere (a bar or maybe even her shop) and jackie was like âhold up thats my girlâ they had a little confrontation about it since both of them are pretty hotheaded and when they eventually offically meet v is like âwait a minute arent you that bull whoâs dating the cute astrology chickâ and then things proceed as they canonly do
#sammy says shit#ngl im still not sure what a blorbo is but ignorance is bliss apparently#also can you believe i made a test post thats longer than 2 lines#actual paragraphs??? im popping off today#also: i just came from therapy and i was told to tell my inner critic to stfu more often so maybe this is me doing it#also i need to stop thinking about it because then it becomes weird#anyway#if you read this: i love you#oc:v#also by the time i came up with my first ideas for my canon v#i had forgotten most of what happened during the early gameplay#so can you imagine me HOLLERING in my 2nd playthrough#when you can (i think) hit on misty not even a day after jackie died??#ofc i didnt but i felt very seen
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Starstruck || Malleus Draconia
After debuting with a gothic, fantasy-inspired theme, you somehow managed to hit Malleus Draconiaâs exact vibe. Now, the fae prince has single-handedly appointed himself your Number One Fanâand he's taking his job very, very seriously.
Itâs finally happening. After years of grinding it out in practice rooms, singing until your voice was raw, and dancing until your legs felt like spaghetti, the moment of truth has arrived. The managers want you to decide on your debut concept.
In front of you are two choices: school theme and gothic fantasy. You glance over at the school uniform option and cringe a little inside. At your age? No, thank you.
Youâre not about to spend your precious debut years waving around pom-poms and trying to look sixteen. Gothic fantasy, on the other hand? Now thatâs got some style. Dark cloaks, intense lighting, elaborate costumesâitâs exactly the drama youâve been craving.
Your manager stands beside you, flipping through a spreadsheet with an expression that can only be described as financially preoccupied.
âListen,â he says, in a tone that suggests heâs already decided, âschool theme has a mass appeal. Itâs relatable. Kids these days love a little campus vibe. And you know, uniform sales have great marginsâŠâ
âIâm doing gothic fantasy,â you reply, crossing your arms with a confidence that could stop a truck.
He blinks at you. âOkay, sure, I get the allure. But are you sure? Think of the numbers, the opportunities to connect with the youth. Imagine the adorable school scenes, the casual sports day outfits, the innocent love plotsâŠâ
âImagine the smoke machines and black roses,â you counter, eyes gleaming.
He tries another angle. âWell, just consider the feedback from market research. School themes areâ"
âGothic. Fantasy.â
He sighs deeply, muttering something that sounds suspiciously like, âThese artists and their egos,â but gives in, albeit with a look of absolute resignation. âFine. Gothic fantasy it is. But youâre taking full responsibility if it flops.â
Release day arrives, and your first singleâcomplete with a dramatic, shadow-filled video and costumes that look like something out of a Victorian vampire dramaâhits the internet. The reactions are⊠intense.
Sure, maybe itâs not an overnight sensation, but itâs more than enough to get people talking. Your fans? Theyâre not your typical âbought it for the vibesâ crowd. They are deeply invested.
Youâre talking about people who can recite your lyrics like a spell. You even see fan forums cropping up where people dissect the symbolism of your music videos. Thereâs a post dedicated to the exact shade of black eyeliner youâre wearing, and someone actually counted how many flickers each candle has in the video.
One day, as youâre scrolling through the comments, a particularly poetic fan post catches your eye: âThe ethereal aura this idol has given us with their gothic artistry is like a dark gift from another realm.â
Okay, maybe the fandom is a little⊠intense. But you canât help but grin.
It all starts innocently enough.
One day, Liliaâs showing Malleus some music videos he calls "classics" (pretty sure some of them are just 20 minutes of bats screeching over synthesizers, but to each their own).
But, as fate would have it, Malleus stumbles across your latest release. His eyes widen as the screen fills with your dark aesthetic, the intense melodies, the dramatic lighting, the black roses swirling around you like a misty dreamscape. Heâs hooked.
The video ends, and he turns to Lilia, awestruck. âWho is this human?â he asks, as if youâre some kind of ancient artifact discovered under a full moon.
âOh, thatâs a new artist. Apparently, theyâre pretty talented.â Lilia raises an eyebrow, amused by Malleusâs reaction. âWhy? Fancy yourself a fan, young master?â
âA fan?â Malleus looks scandalized. âLilia, I am enchanted.â
Malleusâs enchantment quickly turns into an obsession. He spends the next few days discovering every song, music video, interview, and even those mildly embarrassing âWhatâs in My Bag?â videos where you show off your essentials (you had no idea one video about your favorite scented candles could attract such intense devotion).
He watches one interview where the host asks if youâre afraid of fae, and you reply with a casual, âNah, Iâd love to visit them one day.â
This is what seals the deal for Malleus. This human is not only a talented artist but also respectful, brave, and curious about the fae world. He has found his idol.
He decides itâs time to support you. And, because heâs the literal prince of the Briar Valley, he does what any fae royalty would: he orders some of your albums.
One hundred of them, to be exact.
In Malleusâs defense, he has absolutely zero concept of money. To him, itâs normal to go big. So he clicks âorderâ without even thinking, and in his mind, itâs done. Simple.
A few days later, when the delivery truck pulls up with boxes upon boxes upon boxes, Malleusâs reaction is⊠complicated.
He stares at the delivery man, then back at the wall of albums now stacked in front of him, and mutters, âI may have made a mistake.â
But Malleus Draconia is no quitter. So he devises a new plan: heâll distribute these albums across the Briar Valley. Anyone who even mildly expresses an interest gets an album handed to them with an enthusiasm thatâs both heartwarming and slightly terrifying.
It doesnât take long before every fae in the valley knows your name, and soon enough, your music is echoing through the mystical woods. You, a mere human, are now an icon among the fae. The legend of the human idol with the beautiful music, whoâs brave enough to express curiosity about fae life, spreads like wildfire.
Meanwhile, youâre in the middle of a heated argument with your manager. Despite your loyal fanbase, your concert venues are⊠sparsely filled, to put it kindly.
âI donât know how to make this any clearer,â your manager says, waving his phone around for emphasis. âWe need more fans, more sold-out shows, or itâs not going to be viable to keep booking these venues!â
Youâre about to respond when his phone dings. Then again. And again. Suddenly, it sounds like heâs strapped a vibrating blender to his hand. Ding, ding, ding, dingdingdingding.
âWhat theâŠ?â He stares at the screen, his expression shifting from annoyance to shock. âIâit says youâve sold out every single venue. Wait, waitâthereâs a waiting list for tickets that havenât even been put on sale yet?â
He looks at you, blinking in astonishment. âI never doubted you for a second!â he declares with all the sincerity of a used car salesman. You roll your eyes. âSure, pal.â
Later that night, you decide to check the fan forum for yourself. And something strikes you as⊠odd. Suddenly, all these usernames sound like they belong to a fantasy RPG. You scroll through names like âElder_Oak_Watcher,â âPixie_Phenomenon,â and âDarkthorn_Dreamweaverâ and canât help but wonder if your fandom has fully committed to your fantasy vibe. You chalk it up to hardcore fans. Nothing suspicious, right?
The agency celebrates by booking more venues, announcing a new merch line, andâwait for itâa raffle event for a day with you. Youâre thrilled but mostly relieved that things are finally looking up.
Cut to the Briar Valley, where Malleus gets wind of the fan meeting announcement. His eyes practically sparkle with delight.
âI have a chance to spend time with them?â he murmurs, clutching the announcement poster like itâs a sacred artifact.
âOf course, you do!â Lilia chimes in, grinning. âAnd if youâre really eager, I could help improve your odds.â
Silver, overhearing, asks. âAre we really doing this?â
âItâs for young master Malleus!â Sebek hisses, practically vibrating with devotion. âIf he wishes to meet this human, we will ensure he wins that raffle! Even if I donât understand why heâdââ He pauses, scowling. ââlower himself to that level for a human.â
Lilia waves a hand dismissively. âOh, Sebek, let Malleus enjoy his hobby! Itâs rare to see him so enchanted. Besides, a bit of human culture never hurt anyone!â
Silver shrugs, giving Malleus a supportive smile. âIf this makes you happy, Malleus, weâll all enter on your behalf.â
Sebek bristles. âVery well, if it is the young masterâs wish, I, too, shall enterâthough I donât understand this human obsession.â
Lilia claps him on the shoulder. âConsider it a show of loyalty to the crown.â
Sebek mutters something about âweird human tastesâ but agrees nonetheless. And with that, your raffle odds have just quadrupled, courtesy of the most enthusiastic and unhinged fae entourage you never knew you needed.
Malleus beams, and for once, the usual silence in Briar Valley is replaced with something very unexpected: the excited murmurs their prince getting ready for his ultimate fan meeting.
Itâs your first âUnboxing Fan Mail!â livestream, and youâre bubbling with excitement as you tear through letters and packages. Youâre halfway through reading a pile of cute fan letters when one catches your eye: an envelope with a hand-drawn gargoyle. This thing has personality.
âWhoaâŠ,â you mutter as you carefully open it. Inside, you find a letter, written in such flowery, old-fashioned cursive you almost need a magnifying glass. Clearing your throat, you read a part of it aloud:
"Your craft has brought light and delight to the shadows of our realm. It is rare to encounter such reverence and elegance in a human. Know that your courage and respect have earned you an esteemed place in the hearts of those from lands beyond mortal reach. Enclosed is a token of my admirationâa rose from my homeland, blessed to be as timeless as the admiration I hold for you.
Sincerely,
M.D.â
It takes a second for the words to fully sink in. Your gaze drifts to the box sitting beside you, which you unwrap with careful fingers. Inside lies a single Briar roseâits petals dark and lush, radiating a faint magical shimmer that tells you this is no ordinary gift. The rose feels alive, pulsing softly with ancient magic. You gently lift it, brushing a fingertip along the petalâs edge, feeling the cool, unyielding softness.
And suddenly, you feel tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. âOh⊠wow,â you manage, voice wavering. You blink back tears but donât quite succeed, pressing a hand to your mouth in a mix of joy and disbelief. âThank you so much, M.D. This is⊠this is beautiful. I donât even have words.â
Back in the Briar Valley, Malleus is watching the livestream playback with his usual calm demeanor⊠until he sees you crying. His face falls, and he looks at Lilia, horrified. âDid I⊠upset them? My letter was meant to honor them, not⊠bring tears.â Heâs practically pale. Well, paler than usual.
âOh, donât fret,â Lilia chimes in with a laugh, patting Malleus on the shoulder. âTheyâre just happy! Look how much they loved it. You brought them pure joy!â
Malleus blinks. âSo⊠I have not offended them?â
âFar from it! In fact,â Lilia says with a knowing smirk, âI think youâre officially their number one fan.â
Malleusâs eyes narrow with sudden, unshakeable determination. âOf course, I am,â he says, as if this is the most obvious truth in the world. âWho else could claim that title?â
You have no idea what you've gotten into.
Itâs your first concert. The crowd is buzzing, their voices creating a low hum that vibrates through the walls, yet youâre backstage with a knot in your stomach that feels about the size of a boulder.
You shift from foot to foot, hands clammy as you grip the mic, wondering if this is actually a good idea or if you should just make a break for it now and head for the hills.
A voice echoes through the earpiece: âThree minutes, everyone!â
You take a deep breath, steadying yourself as the band gives you encouraging nods. All those years of training, of dreaming, of rehearsing until your feet felt like theyâd fall offâthis is what it was for.
Your fans are out there, waiting. You can already hear some of them chanting your name. And slowly, your nerves start to melt away, replaced by a surge of adrenaline.
The lights dim. You step onto the stage, heart pounding, and the audience erupts. Thousands of people, waving lights and singing the opening notes of your debut song back to you.
The energy washes over you, filling every corner of your soul, and suddenly thereâs no room left for doubt.
The music pours out of you, and the crowdâs response is instant, electric. They're clapping, cheering, and singing along. You almost forget to breathe as you realizeâthey know every word.
Itâs in the middle of your second song, during a moment where the lights are shining right on the front row, that you spot something peculiar.
Wait⊠Are those⊠fae?
Not just one, but three of them. And theyâre not your typical, âblending inâ kind of fans, either. One of themâthe tall one with the hornsâlooks like heâs just stepped out of some mythical kingdom (which, granted, he kind of has). Thereâs an unmissable aura around him, and his eyes are fixed on you like youâre the most mesmerizing sight heâs ever seen.
The other two fae are close by, each one unique but unmistakably not human. And a very sleepy human is nodding off standing there.
You try to keep performing, but your heartâs pounding for a new reason now. The tall faeâheâs so intense. Thereâs something captivating, almost otherworldly, in the way heâs watching you, like heâs fully captured by your music. Itâs a bit like he belongs here and also⊠really doesnât. Yet somehow, he makes it work.
Finally, you reach the interaction part of the concert, the moment where you get to pick a âlucky fanâ from the crowd for a backstage pass at your next show. Your mind goes blank for a second as you look over the crowd, but the sight of those fae at the front makes your decision easy. You raise a hand, pointing directly at the tall one, still staring at you with that intense look in his eyes.
You can feel the collective shock from the crowd as you exclaim, âYou! Yes, at the front! Youâre the lucky winner!â
The tall faeâs eyes widen ever so slightly, a look of pure delight crossing his face as his friends react with either shock or something bordering on exasperation. He steps forward a bit, visibly thrilled, and nods to you as if heâs just received the highest honor imaginable.
Lilia, standing beside Malleus, gives a knowing chuckle. âMy, my, our prince has been blessed by fortune,â he teases.
Sebek, looking utterly scandalized, hisses, âThe Young Master? At a humanâs concert again? With a⊠backstage pass?â His voice drips with disbelief.
Silver, with a half-smile, murmurs, âWell, he does look happy. Thatâs what matters, right?â
And Malleus, basking in the moment, seems too happy to notice their reactions. He meets your gaze, nodding as if to say, Yes, it is I, your devoted fan.
And suddenly, youâre beaming, too, because in this moment, you realizeâyouâre not just performing for humans. Youâve captured the attention of beings beyond the mortal world, and something about that feels⊠magical.
Itâs the day of your next concert, and youâre backstage, mentally preparing yourself. Youâd think after the first show, the nerves would be easier to handle, but that flutter of excitement is still there. Just as youâre rehearsing a few last lines, your manager bursts in, a mix of terror and wild enthusiasm lighting up his face.
âYou⊠youâve got to see this,â he stammers, pulling you toward the edge of the curtain.
âUh, okay?â Youâre confused, but you follow him to peek out onto the crowd.
What you see is not what you expected.
The venue is packed. And not just with your usual audienceâno, tonight, the crowd is full of fae. Like, really full of fae. A sprinkle of beastmen, a handful of humans (who look varying levels of petrified), but the overwhelming majority? Fae of every type.
You spot wings, horns, a few floating orbs of light that might just be small fae spirits, and an array of gleaming, wide eyes that are laser-focused on the stage.
In the front row, you catch sight of a familiar face. The tall fae with horns who won your backstage pass last timeâheâs here, and still utterly entranced. On impulse, you give a little wave, feeling a bit silly, but somehow unable to resist.
To your surprise, he just stands there, looking stunned, until the black-haired fae next to him nudges him with an elbow. Then, almost shyly, he lifts his hand and waves back.
From Malleusâs perspective, everything is perfect. His people have fallen under your spell just as he has. Watching you emerge to greet the crowd, heâs already enraptured.
You look out into the audience, and thenâto his amazementâyou look right at him and wave. He freezes, utterly smitten, until Lilia nudges him. After a second, he waves back, his heart doing something heâs quite sure itâs never done before.
The concert begins, and itâs an experience beyond anything youâve known. The fae audience is surprisingly intenseâtheyâre quiet during the softer moments, like theyâre absorbing every note, and then wildly enthusiastic during the high-energy parts.
For a second, you wonder if your music has some kind of magic in it, too. Their reaction fuels your own performance, until the final note echoes out and the crowd erupts in applause.
Then comes the moment of truth: the backstage pass winnerâs meet and greet.
Youâre resting in the designated room, savoring a post-concert cookie when you hear⊠raised voices?
âOnly the winner is allowed in!â your security guard insists, sounding exasperated.
âAnd Iâm telling you,â someone snaps back, âI wonât allow my master to go in alone to meet a human!â
Curious, you step out to find the same quartet from the front row having a tense standoff with security. The tall oneâthe same one who keeps catching your eyeâlooks as serene as ever, while his silver-haired friend seems half-asleep despite the commotion. You raise a hand. âItâs okay! Let them all in.â
The guard reluctantly steps aside, and the four file into the room. Thereâs an awkward pause as they stare at you, clearly debating who should introduce themselves first. The tall one steps forward, and you offer a small smile.
âSo⊠we finally meet. Whatâs your name?â
âMalleus,â he says, his voice deep and slightly reverent. âMalleus Draconia.â
Youâre about to respond when he holds out a handâa hesitant, almost formal gesture. Before you can shake it, the green-haired fae scowls, clearly offended. âThatâs His Highness to you, Don't causally touch him human!â
You freeze mid-motion. Highness? Fae Royalty?
âYes,â Malleus says mildly, âthough Iâd rather you not call me that right now, Sebek. This is a personal occasion.â
âOh, youâre⊠royalty.â You take a very controlled breath, willing yourself not to faint.
Malleus nods, completely unfazed, though Lilia snickers under his breath and gives you a little wave. âI apologize if that was not clear before. I didnât mean to startle you.â
You regain your composure. You're a professional. âRight, royalty. Got it. No big deal.â (Itâs a huge deal, but you can scream into your pillow later.)
That's when it clicks. M.D, Malleus Draconia, Fae Prince.
In an attempt to break the tension(and to not spiral), you say, âBy the way, I loved the little gargoyle you drew on the letter you sent me. It was cute.â
Malleus blinks, visibly taken aback. âYou⊠liked the gargoyle?â
You nod, smiling. âTheyâre nice to look at.â
For a second, Malleus just stares, and it feels like his entire face is starting to glow. âYou appreciate gargoyles?â he says, in a tone that sounds like youâve just admitted youâre secretly royalty, too.
âUh, yeah. Theyâre kinda cool.â You laugh, and Malleus looks like heâs been blessed by every possible deity.
Meanwhile, Sebek mutters something vaguely exasperated, and you catch a snippet: âThis human has actually caught the his interestâŠâ
Lilia laughs, giving Malleus a playful nudge. âWell, isnât that something? I guess you truly are their number one fan, Malleus.â
Malleus nods seriously. âOf course. I am honored to be recognized as such.â His eyes gleam with utter sincerity.
You chat a bit more, exchanging small talk, until you mention offhandedly that your company has been discussing hosting a concert near Briar Valley due to the recent increase in fae fans. Malleus immediately perks up.
âOh, well, you should simply perform in Briar Valley,â he says, as if offering his personal venue is as easy as lending a pen.
âWait⊠seriously?â You look at him, not sure if heâs joking.
âOf course,â Malleus replies earnestly. âI would be delighted to arrange it. As the prince⊠and your number one fan.â His eyes are so bright and genuine, you canât help but laugh.
âAll right, Iâd love that,â you say, heartily amused and impossibly charmed.
As they start to leave, an idea pops into your head. âHey, Malleus, do you want a picture together?â
He blinks, clearly surprised. âA picture? I⊠would be honored.â
You take out your phone, getting into position, and then, on a whim, you lean over and kiss him on the cheek right as you snap the photo.
From the doorway, Sebek lets out a scandalized squawk, and your manager looks like heâs about to pass out. But Malleus? Heâs wide-eyed, staring at you like youâve granted him the greatest gift in existence.
With a wink, you murmur, âConsider it a special gift for my biggest fan.â
For a second, Malleus just stands there, wide-eyed, and then, slowly, a delighted, utterly smitten smile spreads across his face.
The concert in Briar Valley turns out to be way more fun than you couldâve ever imagined. You were nervous at firstâafter all, youâre literally performing in a hidden fae realm with the kind of audience that probably doesnât even need speakers to hear you.
But once you get started, the vibe is incredible. The fae are enthusiastic, cheering and applauding in that slightly mystical way they have. Their clapping sounds like wind chimes, and every so often, you think you see little trails of magic light in the crowd.
And right in the front row, like always, is Malleus Draconia. Heâs the picture of regal elegance, standing out in his official Briar Valley attire, looking like heâs attending some kind of royal ceremony. Youâd almost laugh at the contrastâMalleus, dignified and regal, surrounded by a crowd absolutely hyped for a pop concert. And, because you canât resist, you give him a cheeky wink mid-song.
Malleus doesnât miss a beat; he looks like heâs been struck by some sort of enchantment himself. His cheeks faintly color, but he doesnât look away, a faint, dazed smile on his face. Heâs living his best fanboy life, and youâd be lying if you said you didnât enjoy every second of his reaction.
After the concert ends, Malleus insists on personally escorting you around Briar Valley. Youâre beyond thrilledâafter all, itâs not every day that a fae prince offers to give you a tour of his homeland. Sebek and Silver, ever loyal, trail behind, with Sebek grumbling under his breath every five seconds about âproper decorumâ and âhuman interactions.â
Meanwhile, Lilia is there for the pure entertainment of it all, throwing you little mischievous grins whenever you glance back at him.
As youâre strolling down a cobblestone path lined with Briar roses, you feel the first drop of rain on your cheek. âOh no, I didnât bring an umbrellaâŠâ
But the second you say it, thereâs a flurry of movement. Malleus, Sebek, Silver, and Lilia all open umbrellas in perfect unison, like some kind of magical boy band choreography. Sebek even has an extra umbrella on standby, which heâs holding out to you with a solemn look.
But before you can notice it, Malleus shoots him a look that could probably summon a thunderstorm, and Sebek reluctantly withdraws, muttering darkly under his breath about âEtiquette.â
Meanwhile, Lilia, never one to miss an opportunity, flings the extra umbrella into a bush with a casual flick of his wrist before you can even notice.
He turns to Silver and Sebek with a bright grin, âCome now, letâs give the two some space! Isnât it so romantic?â Sebek looks horrified, about to argue, but Liliaâs already dragging him and Silver away, leaving you alone with Malleus.
So now itâs just the two of you, standing in the rain, with Malleus holding his large, intricately decorated umbrella over both of you. The umbrellaâs big enough that it shields you from the rain easily, but that doesnât stop Malleus from stepping a little closer, just to be sure.
Thereâs an awkward, giddy silence as you continue to walk side by side. You can feel the warmth radiating from him, and your hands brush against each other occasionally. Finally, he clears his throat and says, âDid you enjoy the concert? Briar Valleyâs⊠first, of this sort.â
âOh, definitely!â you say, grinning. âIt was amazing to see so many fae enjoying the music. And you were right up front! You didnât have toââ
âIt was⊠my pleasure,â Malleus replies, his deep voice a little softer than usual. âI wanted to see everything as closely as possible.â Thereâs an endearing awkwardness to him that only makes him more captivating.
From the moment you met him, you thought Malleus was just a really dedicated fanâsweet, if a bit intense, but ultimately adorable. Sure, heâs got that tall, dark, and slightly terrifying vibe with the horns and the whole royal aura, but heâs also so polite and gentle that you canât help but find it cute.
But now, as you walk under the same umbrella, his warmth just inches away, it hits you with sudden clarity. Oh, I am so, so screwed.
Because you might like him a little bit. Scratch thatâa lot a bit.
Malleus glances at you, noticing the sudden shift in your expression. âIs something amiss?â His voice is gentle, genuinely concerned.
âOh! No, Iâm fine. Just, uh, a little tired from the show,â you say quickly, brushing it off.
Malleus doesnât look entirely convinced but accepts your answer with a soft nod. Then, almost shyly, he extends his hand. âHere. Itâs quite cold⊠if youâd likeâŠâ
You stare down at his offered hand, feeling your pulse jump. Itâs such a small, polite gesture, but it sends your heart racing. You slip your hand into his, feeling his warmth seep into your skin, and a small smile tugs at your lips.
As you walk together under the umbrella, Lilia, peeking from behind a corner with a very exasperated Sebek in tow, smirks to himself. "Ah, young love," he sighs dramatically, as if he were watching a play unfold.
Back under the umbrella, Malleus is telling you about the history of Briar Valley, his voice gentle and filled with pride. You donât catch half of it because youâre too focused on the way he looks down at you, his eyes soft and completely captivated. Every so often, he leans in a little closer, as if he canât help himself.
Eventually, you reach the end of the walk, the rain easing off, and Malleus turns to you, looking slightly hesitant. âI hope this evening has been enjoyable for you⊠I wished for you to see the beauty of Briar Valley, but I⊠I fear I may have monopolized your time.â
You laugh softly. âOh, trust me, I think youâre doing a great job of showing me around. Plus,â you add, âitâs not so bad sharing an umbrella with my biggest fan.â
Malleusâs expression lights up, a rare, breathtaking smile breaking across his face. âYes,â he agrees softly, almost to himself. âYour⊠biggest fan.â
Before they leave, you impulsively pull out your phone. âHey, Malleus, would you like to take another picture together? You know, as a memory of Briar Valley?â
Malleusâs eyes widen slightly, but he nods. âI would⊠like that very much.â
You pose, holding up your phone, and just as you snap the picture, he looks at you with a strange spark in his eyes, he leans over, just barely hesitating, and presses a gentle kiss to your cheek.
Now youâre the one who freezes, absolutely flustered but trying very hard to play it off. You clear your throat, laugh a little too brightly, and tuck a strand of hair behind your ear as if itâs no big deal. âW-Well, um, I guess weâre even now!â you stammer, hoping he doesnât notice the warmth creeping up your face.
Malleus gives you a small, satisfied smile, clearly pleased with your reaction, while Sebek is beside himself, practically vibrating at a frequency that could power one of your concerts, as he splutters, âYOUNG MASTER, THIS ISâYOU CANâT JUSTâA HUMANââ
But Lilia just laughs, giving Sebek a playful whack on the back. âCome now, Sebek, itâs all in good fun!"
Sebek looks torn between yelling and fainting, muttering to himself about propriety and why, oh why, would the young master be so entranced by a human?!
You just barely manage to keep it together until they leave, but the second youâre alone, you collapse onto the nearest couch, burying your face in a pillow with a ridiculous grin plastered across your face. Because Malleus Draconia, fae prince and possibly the most loyal fan youâve ever met, just kissed you on the cheek.
Somehow, you know this is just the beginning.
The fan forum has always been your little comfort zone. Youâve got your dedicated fans, who post lovingly questionable fan art, some surprisingly deep theories about your lyrics, and even the occasional meme thread.
Today, though, youâve decided to go on a bit of a lurking spree. You want to see what people really thinkâespecially the critics. And you do find critics, of course, all happily airing out their grievances. But what you didnât expect is the replies.
Each negative comment has an oddly formal, razor-sharp response thatâs practically dripping with eloquent disdain, all signed "M.D." You read on, completely baffled until it dawns on you: this is Malleus.
This prince has taken it upon himself to haunt your comment section, like a very sophisticated, slightly unhinged ghost. You try to keep from snickering too loudly as you scroll through his hilarious, painfully dignified rebuttals.
I-like-snails: âI donât understand the hype. This idol is all looks, no talent.â
M.D.: âYour failure to comprehend excellence in its truest form is unfortunate. To imply that this individual relies solely on appearance demonstrates an astonishing lack of insight. Consider expanding your understanding of âtalent.â Signed, M.D.â
real-idol-fan: âIâve seen cooler concepts than this âgothic fantasyâ nonsense. So pretentious.â
M.D.: âAh, but what is more pretentious, dear critic? To appreciate grandeur or to boast of oneâs âcoolâ concepts with all the subtlety of a loud footstep in the night? Gothic fantasy, as you call it, possesses a depth your mind has yet to comprehend. Signed, M.D.â
aura-aura: âThis idolâs lyrics donât even make sense. Theyâre just trying to sound deep.â
M.D.: âAn intellect as shallow as a millpond would indeed struggle to navigate profound lyrical waters. I urge you to revisit the lyrics in question after reading a book or two on metaphor. Signed, M.D.â
You have to clutch your sides as you scroll through the thread. The idea of Malleus, a literal prince, defending you with words like âmillpond intellectâ and signing every single comment with his initialsâitâs ridiculous.
Ridiculous and, at the same time, ridiculously touching. Youâd never asked him to do this, never even thought heâd care about what random people thought of you, but here he is, waging a dignified, solo war in the fan forum trenches.
After several minutes, you take a deep breath and manage to calm down, even though you know youâre never going to look at your fan forum the same way again.
It's interview time and things are going smoothly. Youâre answering questions about your latest song, about the creative process behind the music videos. All very normal stuffâuntil the interviewer grins, pulls out a picture, and holds it up for you to see.
You squint and realize, with dawning horror, that itâs the photo. The one of you and Malleus standing close under the same umbrella, him looking at you like you hung the stars and you, very clearly, smiling back at him. Whoever took it managed to capture a moment that looks... well, almost romantic.
"So," the interviewer says, leaning in with a gleam in their eye, "is this someone special?"
Youâre ready to laugh it off, to dismiss it casually with a polite âno,â but... you freeze. Looking at that photo, at the way Malleus is watching you, something catches in your throat. âNo, of course notâ dies on your lips.
Your mind rewinds to all the times heâs shown up, how heâs silently supported you, those comments on the forumâand suddenly, you canât deny it, not even to yourself.
âNo comment,â you manage to say, but it sounds weak, even to you.
The interviewerâs brow arches, and they chuckle knowingly. Meanwhile, youâre scrambling internally. Oh no. Oh no, youâre in trouble. Youâre in deep trouble.
The raffle winner is announced, and your mouth drops open when you hear the name. âMalleus Draconia!â Your eyes scan the crowd andâyep, there he is, beaming in a way that could light up an entire stadium, looking like heâs won the lottery.
Well, technically, he has, but thereâs something about his expression that suggests this is the best moment of his life. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you feel the universe smirking, because it knows exactly what itâs doing by sending you this unattainable, royally handsome fae prince.
Youâd had some time to think since that interview. The photo, the âno comment,â the dawning horror in your gut as you realized that yes, youâre down bad. Horrifically so. In the week since the interview, youâd come to accept it. The only issue? He's so out of your league, itâs practically laughable.
Meanwhile, Malleus is practically vibrating with excitement. As soon as his name was drawn, half of his kingdom exploded in celebratory fanfare. (To be fair, most of the Briar Valley population had entered the raffle in his name. âStatistical advantage,â Lilia had called it.)
By the time he gets home, heâs already lining up outfits, preparing what he calls âappropriate tokens of affection.â
âPerhaps... a small gargoyle?â he muses, clutching a miniature stone sculpture that weighs about as much as a small human child.
Silver clears his throat. âMaybe... consider something less... heavy?â
Undeterred, Malleus sighs but places the gargoyle back, moving on to his backup plan: a solid gold gargoyle instead.
Lilia, in the background, chimes in with, âJust give them a rock and say itâs a Briar Valley special!â Malleus ignores him.
The day arrives, and youâre waiting at a cafe for Malleus. The producers are buzzing around, setting up lights and cameras for some wholesome footage to share with your fans. Youâre running through the usual script in your mind, but then Malleus walks in, looking... well, looking like Malleus. Tall, regal, glowing with excitement, and completely out of place in the modern cafe.
Youâre trying to keep your cool, reminding yourself that heâs just a fan here to meet his favorite idol, but when he brushes his hand against yours as he takes his seat, youâre thrown into chaos. Wide-eyed, flustered chaos. In fact, youâre so visibly affected that one of the producers has to muffle a squeal.
You glance at Malleus, and for a second, itâs like the two of you are in your own little world, oblivious to the cameras. Youâre laughing, heâs smiling in that polite but endlessly fascinated way, and it feels like the meet-cute scene in every cheesy K-drama ever made.
After the cafe, the producers decide to set up at a bowling alley. Itâs cute, casual, and definitely low-stakesâor so you think. You explain the game rules to Malleus, who nods in solemn understanding. Then, you hand him a bowling ball and stand back, figuring heâll get the hang of it soon enough.
Except... Malleus does not get the hang of it.
He lifts the ball with such enthusiasm and raw power that when he bowls, it lands with a thunderous bang. The ball rockets down the lane like itâs been launched out of a medieval trebuchet, shattering the pins with explosive force and completely obliterating the machinery behind them.
The bowling alley is plunged into silence. Even the producers are speechless.
You, however, are not. You burst out laughing so hard, tears actually stream down your cheeks, and you double over, clutching your stomach. Malleus, meanwhile, looks at the wreckage heâs caused with a sheepish expression and asks, âDid I... do it wrong?â
Youâre still laughing too hard to answer. His expression is pricelessâequal parts apologetic and baffled. For all the confusion on his face, heâs smiling too, in that warm, captivated way, like every sound of your laughter is worth all the destroyed bowling alleys in the world.
One of the crew members has to remind you both to stop standing in the wreckage.
After the... eventful bowling alley scene, you suggest something calmer, like feeding ducks at the park. You arrive with a bag of crumbs, ready for a relaxed, picturesque afternoon.
Malleus seems thrilled at the prospect of feeding these âquaint little birds.â He declares âI will bestow upon them many crumbs.â
But, as it turns out, ducks seem to be as unnaturally drawn to Malleus as your fanbase is to you.
The ducks start waddling toward you, sure, but when Malleus bends down to offer a handful of crumbs, they completely mob him. You watch in bewildered amusement as the ducks clamber onto him, flapping and honking, climbing his shoulders, even perching on his head like heâs the worldâs fanciest scarecrow.
âI... seem to be... a duck magnet,â he murmurs, looking helplessly at you, as if apologizing for attracting every duck within a ten-mile radius. Heâs totally overwhelmed, but also somehow completely fine with it. If you find this amusing, then itâs a noble cause in his mind.
They hop onto his lap, perch on his shoulders, and one brave little duck even nestles itself on his head, honking proudly as it looks down at him.
Youâre giggling again, snapping photos with your phone as he stands there, a bemused fae prince turned accidental duck king. Malleus, standing there covered in feathery chaos, looks up at you, his expression softening at the sight of your laughter. You think you see the smile on his lips, and youâre certain this day canât get any better.
Dinner with Malleus feels like the culmination of every daydream youâve ever had and every moment you tried to ignore the thrill he gives you. The restaurant is all soft lighting and quiet music, and youâre seated across from him, barely able to touch your food because youâre too busy trying not to stare. Or at least, not to make it obvious youâre staring.
But itâs impossible not to. Malleus, in the soft glow of the candles, looks ethereal in a way thatâs borderline unfair. Heâs taken off his usual high-collared cloak, and heâs looking at you with an openness that feels both heart-wrenching and unbelievably warm. His eyes hold that steady, unwavering gaze that has you feeling more exposed than any stage spotlight.
Youâre talking about something lightâmusic, maybe, or the utterly ridiculous game of bowling earlier. But the words are just filler, a flimsy attempt to distract yourself from the absolute burning feeling in your chest, a feeling youâre starting to realize is a little too big to be brushed aside.
Itâs love.
Itâs as terrifying as it is exhilarating. Youâre looking at him, and itâs all you can do to not reach across the table, grab his hand, and say something incredibly unhinged like, âHi, you donât know it yet, but weâre soulmates.â
He leans in, head tilted as he listens to you with that pure, undivided attention. And then, his lips quirk into a faint smile, and youâre done for. Absolutely, completely done for.
Dinner wraps up, and he offers you his arm as you both leave the restaurant and step into the cool night. You take it, fingers curling around his elbow, and feel the warmth of him through the fabric.
The street is quiet, and the moon is hanging low, casting an almost dreamlike glow over everything. And youâwell, youâre looking at him like heâs the moon itself, like heâs the only thing worth looking at in the whole universe.
Youâre walking slowly, so slowly it feels like the moment is stretching forever, but somehow thatâs not enough. You canât stand it; you canât stand just holding his arm and pretending this feeling isnât eating you alive. So, finally, you stop, turn to him, and without even a thought to what this might mean for your career or the scandal it could stir, you say, âMalleus?â
He looks down at you, eyes soft, waiting.
And you just⊠go for it. You lean up, heart pounding so hard itâs a miracle he canât hear it, and kiss him.
The world stands still. For a second, you wonder if youâve overstepped, if maybe heâs going to pull away or question you orâ
But then heâs kissing you back. Immediately. Thoroughly. His hand rises to cup your cheek, and he leans in with a gentleness that completely undoes you. You feel the warmth of him, the tenderness in his touch, and itâs enough to make your knees weak.
When you finally pull away, breathless, you look up to find him watching you with an expression thatâs somewhere between wonder and the same sort of ache youâre feeling.
And right now, the only thing that makes sense is to kiss him again.
So you do.
This time, itâs softer, slower, like youâre both savoring it, letting the world fall away until itâs just you and him in the middle of the quiet, moonlit street.
When you finally pull back again, thereâs a lingering silence. You donât know what to say. How do you explain to someone that youâre completely undone by them? That youâre staring at him and barely restraining yourself from saying things like, âLetâs make matching T-shirts,â and âYouâre my favorite human being, even if youâre technically not human.â
Heâs still gazing at you, lips curved in that barely-there smile, looking utterly unphased yet somehow entirely aware of the fact that youâre melting. Heâs looking at you like youâre something delicate, something precious, and itâs honestly making you want to pull him down and kiss him senseless all over again.
But instead, you just laugh, quiet and breathless. He raises a brow, a faint smirk playing at his lips. âAre you laughing at me?â he asks, in a tone thatâs half curious, half amused.
âNo,â you say, âIâm just⊠realizing something.â
âAnd whatâs that?â
You look at him, eyes shining, and feel that burning again, that truth too big to ignore. âIâm completely in love with you.â
He doesnât look shocked; instead, he just leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. And in that moment, you feel it againâthe absolute certainty that youâre screwed. Because hereâs a man who looks at you like youâre his whole world, and now that youâve had a taste of thisâof himâthereâs no going back.
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ËââźGrace Alexander, INTROâźâË
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. INFORMATION; .
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ⶠclass: 1A
ⶠbirthday: January 18 (capricorn)
ⶠage: 17
ⶠheight: 163 cm
ⶠdominant hand: right
ⶠfrom: ???
ⶠclub: gargoyle studies club
ⶠfavorite subject: history of magic
ⶠhobbies: painting, reading
ⶠpet peeve: gossipers
ⶠfavorite food: shrimp soup
ⶠleast favorite food: yogurt
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ⶠby the time she was told that NRC was an all boys school, she had already been found out by Ace and Deuce. The very next day, she gave herself a haircut, procured a makeshift binder out of old scraps she found in Ramshackle, and the few friends she made adamantly referred to her as a guy. It was almost as if everyone else had imagined her feminine origins.
ⶠthat being said, it didn't take long for the staff to find out. Crewel tailored a proper binder for her, and even went as far as brewing her a special potion as an extra precaution. She was told to "never get used to this type of hospitality", yet by the end of every month, a prim little box tied with a sleek black ribbon would always be sitting at her front door.
ⶠshe keeps to herself, and is seldom known to get into trouble. That being said, when being around Ace and Deuce, it's always hard not to get into all sorts of trouble despite her best efforts. Despite the image she projects, she can be quite the bruteâ sheer force of will is both a terrifying strength and an awful weakness of hers.
ⶠfiercely loyal as a friend, and isn't afraid to show her appreciation for others. Her first year friends find it off-putting sometimes, but it does strengthen their bond, if even by a smidgen. Grace once told Deuce how thankful she was to have him as a friend and that he was one of the first to shed some light on her grim situation, and he had to turn away to hide his misty eyes.
ⶠhuge, and I mean massive crush on Malleus. It took her friends a long while to connect the dots, but their reaction to the newly acquired information was nothing short of hilarious and maybe slightly offensive. The nocturnal fae is none the wiser to their unfaltering stares as he passes by their group during lunch.
ⶠhas a bit of a lack of personal space. More often described as a curious cat, she likes to peep and slot herself once something or someone catches her attention. It becomes a quickly known fact that she has no qualms over sharing, even if others do. One time, Leona stayed awake for an entire lecture for the first time since his freshman yearsâ not to listen, but to stare vehemently at his golden rings wrapped around Grace's fingers during an elective class. She merely grinned mischievously once she caught his eye.
There's a lot more I could add, but maybe I'll leave those for fics and drabbles lol (which I also need to start working on.. I have like 10 drafts already đ”âđ«) but if you've read this far, thank you! đ©·đ©·đ©·
#Aaaand here we have it!!!!#Finally lol I put this off for way too long#I tried really hard to get Yana's style down... Not sure how well I did lols#twst#twisted wonderland#mal draws#twst malleus#malleus draconia#ace trappola#deuce spade#leona kingscolar#twst deuce#twst ace#twst leona#twst oc#twst yuu
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