#our lord and savory

[geezerwench]

Our lord and savory.

[rae-writes]

Such a Wh*re (I love it)

Mephisto x reader

wc : 1.k

warnings : nsfw, name calling [whore], mc is accused of fooling around with the brothers and other four dateables [however it’s neither confirmed nor denied for reader interpretation] 

synopsis : Mephisto would rather die than admit jealously over some human so you’ll just have to make him choke on his words instead 

“What a whore.” 

You slam your D.D.D down a little too hard on the desk, eyes cutting dangerously at the purple haired noble, “I beg your fucking pardon?” 

Mephisto doesn’t back down. Typical. “Don’t act like it’s not true, Mc, we all see how you interact with the seven brothers, Solomon, Simeon, Barbatos, and even our Prince. I just don’t see how Lord Diavolo thinks it savory to meddle with someone such as yourself on any other basis except for being an exchange student.” 

While a bit dumbfounded that he was talking to you like this, you still find it in yourself to give him an irritable smirk, “Oh? Are you jealous, Mephistopheles?”

“As if. I just thought you should know how you look, flaunting yourself around like that.” 

With your hues darkening mischievously, you make your way towards him, “So you admit to watching me?” Using his surprise at your closeness, you take the opportunity to grip his tie. 

“I never said— h-hold on, w-what do you t-think you’re d-doing?!” 

You huffed out a ‘cute’, grin getting impossibly sharper at his sudden stuttering. Swiftly, you undo the knot and yank the accessory off, using it to tie his hands behind his back. 

Trying to choke out a proper sentence, Mephisto gapes at you, eyes widening when you mutter a spell to make the tie inescapable. “Mc! I-I demand you answer me!” 

“What’s it look like, pretty boy? ‘M being the whore you seem to so desperately want me to be— and I’m not even going to charge you for the front row seat you’re in.” 

His breath quickens as you shove him back into a chair, eyes darting from you to the door that’s only half closed; anyone could walk in here- it was the newspaper club’s office room. 

“Don’t worry your pretty little head.” With a wave of your hand, the door slams shut and locks itself. “No one’s gonna see you all embarrassed and humiliated but me today.” 

“N-no one h-humiliates me.” 

You lick a stripe up his neck, working on undoing his school shirt buttons after opening his blazer, “Watch me.” 

It takes less than a minute- to expose his chest and tug his pants down just enough to free his leaking cock. Mephisto can’t decide whether it’s because you’ve had practice or because in this position, he’s more pliant than he’s ever been. He chooses the former to save face. 

“You know, for having such an ugly mouth, you sure are pretty. Pretty eyes, pretty hair, pretty body…” your eyes flit downward with an amused twinkle, “Pretty dick.” 

Mephisto swallows the gasp that wants to escape at your words, instead choosing to screw his eyes shut and tilt his head back. Wrong move. 

Because now you're attacking it with sucks and bites, leaving no patch of skin untouched by your lips, and he can feel the bruises forming, feel the sharp bloom of pleasure when you bite down harder and it makes him keen. 

And you know he’s given up his facade when he doesn’t even acknowledge the sounds he’s making, especially when his hips jerk as you grip the base of his cock. 

“C’mon, ‘phisto.” Your free hand grips his jaw and yanks his head down so brilliant green hues are staring back into yours; one eye still holds your own color while the other is a mix of blue, pink, and yellow. “Don’t you think ‘m pretty too?” 

Yes his brain supplies, but nothing comes out of his mouth other than a strangled groan. And when you pout at his lack-luster response, he feels the need to get on his knees and praise you until you’re smiling again. 

Moving down his tensed up figure, you come to a stop in front of his legs and wrench them apart so you can fit in the middle. “Maybe I need to go ask someone else? Maybe…Lucifer?” 

Hearing his rival's name while you’re inches away from his cock makes Mephisto strain against the bindings keeping his arms in place, eyes glaring down at you heatedly. 

“No?” You hum in mock thought, swirling your tongue around the tip of his cock absentmindedly, “Then tell me I’m pretty.” 

“F-fuck, you’re pretty, you’re so fucking pretty, Mc.” 

“Yeah?”

“Yes!” The noble groans, “Especially when you’re looking at me.” He doesn’t even care about his pride on the line here as long as he keeps your—

“Attention, hm? That’s what gets you going, is my attention? Why didn’t you just say so, silly demon.” You wrap your lips around him, taking his cock all the way down so casually he almost thinks he’s dreaming.

“S-shit! Oh, fuck, f-fuck!” Mephisto feels you laugh freely, sending his back arching at the vibrations. He knows his cheeks are ablaze, embarrassingly so, but- “P-please, please don’t stop!” 

Laughing again, you come off his cock with a pop, using your hand instead so you could coo at him, “Look at you, Mephisto. Whining, begging, and trembling because of me.” 

He tries to shake his head to deny it, but it only adds to his thrashing as he feels himself getting closer and closer to that delicious edge. 

“I think…” You dig your tongue harshly into his slit, making him cry out so loud it bounces off the walls, “I think you’re the whore.” 

At that, Mephisto just falls apart in your hands, toes curling in his shoes while his body shakes so much he’s almost afraid he’s gonna fall off the chair he’s on. 

It’s a gorgeous sight. Purple hair all mussed up, cheeks a pretty dark pink, eyes half lidded, and tongue lolling out just the slightest amount. His chest, framed by the wrinkled uniform, is streaked with white, as are his blazer and pants. It’s such a sight that you can’t help but…

The sound of a shutter going off brings Mephisto back to reality, weakly opening his eyes to see what the noise was. What should be a cold wash of dread is instead a shock of heat forming in the pit of his stomach as he watches you hold up his camera. 

You take your time connecting said camera up with your D.D.D, successfully transferring the picture over. It’s only when you place the electronics down does he finally speak. 

“So what? You gonna leak that to everyone now that you’ve done your part at humiliating me?” Although he can’t help but find the predicament he’s landed himself in very hot, he still has a sliver of nervousness in his tone. 

“Course not.” Walking back over to him, you lick some of the cum off his chest, “Looking like this? You’re all mine.” You savor the taste a bit more theatrically than you should, but the whimper that escapes Mephisto is all too worth it. 

“M-Mc—“ he’s cut off by your lips crashing onto his and he doesn’t waste a single second in kissing you back, bullying his tongue into your mouth impatiently. 

You moan at him in return, tangling your tongue with his before you pull back, a little breathless from the encounter, “Pretty, pretty, Mephistopheles…” Capturing him in another kiss, you make sure this one is slow and sensual to keep his attention on you.

It works. He doesn’t even realize you’ve undone your spell or that you’ve begun untying his restraints. All he’s focused on is your taste mixed with the faintness of his own and the warmth of your breath when you break away for a quick moment, just to come right back. It was intoxicating and he loved it. Craved it. 

Pulling away one last time, you gaze at him thoughtfully, “I wonder if your mark is as pretty as you…maybe you’ll let me find out someday, hm?” And then you’re grabbing your phone, waving at him, and exiting the room, taking a piece of his pride with you. 

But Mephisto doesn’t mind, not really. Even when he scrambles around to clean himself off and make himself presentable again to go meet up with his prince because he’ll sear his pact into you, no matter who says otherwise. You asked for it and he’s ever so glad to deliver. 

[thewickedspinster]

Cassian x reader. We all know dancing isn’t cassian’s forte, however maybe he learns and catches reader off guard with some of his new skills (even) if he isn’t perfect.

The Idiot

a/n: crying at this btw. literally a dream i had once.

warnings/content: keir's sexism, platonic az x reader, fem! reader, language probably, cassian's dancing bc OOF, masquerade trope bc it's FUN ok

The Idiot

If she had to deal with one more obnoxious male approaching and asking for her hand, Y/N was going to lose it.

The Court of Nightmares had never been her favorite place. As the younger daughter of Keir, lord of the infernal realm, she had known it all too well for most of her life. By now, the heady drumbeats, slinking fae, and ears in the stone walls made her shudder.

Luckily, she spent plenty of time above the surface. Though she had stayed in the court under the mountain for several decades longer than her sister, Y/N had finally escaped her father's slimy grip and joined her cousin above ground. As a member of the Inner Circle, she had breathed fresh air the first. She had learned to live, and she had learned to fight differently than ever before. Now, as Rhysand's chief diplomat, she had a place that was more than just her sex. A family more than the one she'd been born into.

Yet, each Solstice, these visits to her father's domain were obligatory. A show of good faith, if you will. And yet each year, Keir put on a show that made Y/N's skin crawl. It was the dark side of the dreamer's world that Rhysand had created. It was a dark side that was necessary to maintain the peace, no matter how much Y/N wished it destroyed.

Tonight's party was no different. Rhysand and Feyre lounged on their thrones, heads leaned together as they surveyed their dominion. In all honesty, it wasn't much to behold. Drunk fae crowded together on the ballroom floor, courtly dances forgotten for the preferred grinding and undulating of the underground folk. This wouldn't be so bad, honestly, had Y/N not experienced being a young female here. But those memories of being treated like chattel were impossible to forget.

Her only saving grace was the mask perched upon her face. Though it was clear who she was, to the untrained eye, she was just another noble female of the abundant court. While it attracted more males to her side, she had an easier time turning them down. And an easier time avoiding her father, who lurked in the shadows somewhere beyond the High Lord and Lady's thrones. Which was for the best, because he would surely comment on her presentation in night court black, with mother of pearl weighing down her skirts and the mask on her nose. The creamy white was even scattered through her hair, marking her as someone important, but someone forgettable. That was how she'd prefer to stay.

She felt a gentle nudge, barely there, against her shoulder. Without turning, she knew who was there.

"Anything interesting happening behind the scenes?" She asked, still facing the dance floor.

"Nothing you'd want to know about," came Azriel's low reply, laced with a chuckle. "Plenty of sex. And plenty of fear."

"Can practically smell it."

"It reeks," he agreed. "Rhys does that."

She snorted. "It's because they don't trust in Keir to lead them that they fear Rhysand."

"Don't let anyone else hear you say that. They'll mutiny." Y/N was always able to bring out the smirk in Azriel. They got on well that way, and worked even more closely together than Az did with Cassian. Together, the three of them were an unstoppable team.

Observing the rolling mass of bodies, inhaling the stench of faerie wine and sweat, Y/N sighed. "Just wish it were less hedonistic down here. Not that our lives are particularly savory, but just..."

"It feels too heavy and forced down here," Azriel said gently, stepping up to her side and slipping his arm through hers. "Like they're made to do it. Like they relish in the pain that Keir brings them."

She drew him close. "They probably know no different," she murmured.

A moment of silence passed as they watched the crowd, as they observed their friends across the cavernous space. Then, Azriel said, "I'd ask you to dance, but I just don't think this is your style."

She barked a laugh. "Not quite, no."

Though not as talented as Nesta Archeron, Y/N had been trained as a young female to dance in the classic ballroom style, to a formal orchestra and before a crowd housing endless royalty. She'd been made to dance more than once before Rhysand's father, who had relished in forcing Keir's daughters to perform for him. It did not bring back good memories, but she had enjoyed the movement. She found moments of rhythm and dance even now, in her training above ground. She had never forgotten the feel of the music sliding against her bones, and she hoped she never would.

The minutes ticked by. In rotation, the Inner Circle floated past Y/N, checking in. Azriel departed, and Mor soon after approached, cup of mead in hand for her sister. Y/N took it gratefully, and the two damned princesses stood, shoulder to shoulder, observing the dark splendor. Finally, finally, the evening was drawing to a close, It had been hours, and Rhysand had finally shifted in his seat, signaling he would soon stand to leave. But just before he could, the floor cleared.

Still at her post opposite the thrones, Y/N glanced around, gauging the crowd. They had withdrawn bowed, as if they'd been ordered, but they chattered nervously. Clearly, something was meant to happen. Whether Rhys and Feyre knew or not, Y/N couldn't judge from their expressions.

From the crowd, he stepped. Crimson siphons gleaming, scaled armor traded in for soft formal leathers, hair soft and eye gleaming, General Cassian of the Night Court armies stepped forth, hand held aloft.

His eyes met none but hers.

Y/N stared back at him, a breathless laugh escaping her lungs. "Cass?"

"Don't make me look an idiot, Y/N," he said, a smile hiding the nerves that shone through his hazel eyes. "Come dance with me."

"But -"

"No buts," he said. "Just c'mere."

Y/N couldn't believe what she was seeing. Cassian had been missing in action all night, and now he was asking her to dance? Before the entire court? She had never seen him dance, and she'd probably laugh if she had. He was famous for his two left feet, and his fumbling compliments. She would know better than anyone else; as his best friend, his confidant, his partner in politics, she knew him better than most. And she'd thought she'd known him better than to ever expect him to ask her to dance.

Yet, as her closest friend, the one that understood her to her core, Cassian knew she would never say no to him.

As he stood before her, crooked grin on his face, hand outstretched, he watched her flounder only a moment before she straightened and laid her hand gracefully in his. Her grin matched his own.

"Better not trip me, Pigeon."

Cassian didn't have the chance to respond as the orchestra struck up the song he'd chosen for this moment. The prelude began, and ever proper, Y/N withdrew to drop into a low curtsy, her black skirts spread over the marble floor. Cassian bowed low at the waist, though his eyes never left hers. Hidden there, in their depths, was laughter.

The first movement began, and Cassian took Y/N by the waist and swept her into the dance. A waltz-like thing, it sent them spinning and gliding across the entirety of the floor, which had been cleared entirely. The whole court was watching them, and yet Y/N could only see him.

"I always thought it was strange how people talked when they danced," said Cassian lowly, "but now I think I get it."

"No one can hear us out here," she agreed. "Perfect for sharing secrets. Like where you learned to do this?"

He sent her spinning, and her trained feet knew the steps well. After a moment, she came back to him. He stumbled, but only just. "Well, Mor told me how you'd learned, and I know how much you hate it here." He shrugged. "I figured I'd try to make this Solstice visit memorable for you. In a good way."

She smiled up at him, eyes crinkling. "I mean where you learned to dance. Don't think all that training adds up to this."

At this, he turned pink. "I asked your sister to teach me."

A laugh bubbled up, unstoppable. "How long did that take?"

"Only about three months."

"Cassian!!" She cried in disbelief.

"Listen," he chuckled, giving her another spin. By this point in their talking, he'd already stepped on her feet more than once, but she could not bring herself to mind in the least. "I wanted to learn! And maybe I'm terrible at dancing, but I did learn this little number."

"I'm proud of you," Y/N complimented, leading him through the next few steps with a gentle hand. She turned serious "And thank you, Cass. Really. You -" She paused, swallowed. "You don't know what it means."

The orchestra (conveniently) slowed, flowing into the second movement of the piece, and they followed suit. They moved with the gentle fluidity of a mountain stream, and Cassian pressed his forehead to hers.

"I want to," he whispered, just for her. "I want to know everything that goes on in that pretty head. I want to know you, Y/N."

Y/N took pause. She and Cassian had been the best of friends for centuries. They had been constant companions during Rhys's fifty years Under the Mountain. And despite it all, she had hoped against hope that perhaps someday, his feelings would blaze to life like hers had. That he could see her as she saw him - everything.

"You can't just say those things," she breathed with a nervous chuckle.

"Don't tell me what I can't say, Y/N," Cassian said, will everstrong. "You know exactly what I mean."

"How could you possibly think I know what you mean?" She countered, put off by his tone. "If I've ever -"

"Elain told me," he interrupted. "How you feel about me."

Y/N gasped, her chest closing in on itself in panic. Elain was a close friend, one who was usually a vault when it came to secrets.

"She didn't mean to," Cassian amended quickly. "Azriel got her too drunk at Rita's one night, and she started talking." He shook his head, cursing. "I shouldn't have fucking said a thing. Look, if I've got this wrong -"

"No!" She blurted, before thinking. She recovered, but barely, as the dance picked up once more. "No, she's right. I'm just surprised she said anything, is all."

"... She's right?"

With as much confidence as she could muster, heart pounding, chest aching, Y/N straightened in his grip and said, "Yes, she is. As much as this could fuck up everything, I have loved you since you saved my sister. Maybe even before. And I was so lucky to have you as my friend that I couldn't bear to say a word for fear of losing you."

A slow, hesitant smile on his rugged, handsome face. "You love me?"

He tripped, his foot catching on her dress, and stumbled. He was laughing before he could right himself, and they both gave up the steps of the dancing, holding each other before the entire Court of Nightmares.

"Yeah, idiot, I do," she confirmed.

"I love you," he breathed, palm rising to cradle her cheek. "Have for not as long as you, but long enough for it to hurt."

"And long enough for you to learn to waltz."

His laugh echoed around the chamber, booming even over the music. The orchestra continued on, playing into the conclusion of the piece. Their time on the floor had felt like an eternity wrapped in a heartbeat, where truth suspended time like water.

"Long enough for me to learn to waltz," he repeated. His mask had been abandoned long ago, forsaken for the sweat it gathered. With brazen sureness, he lifted Y/N's mask, setting it atop her immaculately decorated head, and murmured, "I'm gonna kiss you now, Y/N/N. Don't make me look an idiot."

"You've never been an idiot, Cass, and I certainly won't make you one now."

And when his mouth met hers, it was chapped and raw and warm and strong. Everything she had always loved about him, she tasted on his lips, his tongue. Everything she had wanted to be protected by, she felt in the strength of his hand around her waist. Everything she had wanted to keep safe, she heard in the soft sound that fled his throat. In the gentle murmur of her name repeated back to her against her flesh.

Cassian couldn't dance for shit, but he was no idiot. He knew love when he held it in his two hands. He knew to cherish it close.

[lokiscarlip]

Our lord and savory - @one-coming-is-enough

[fausfirous]

Let's give 👍😊👍😊thanks👍😊👍😊 to our 🍬🍫🍰🍫🍬sweet🍬🍫🍰🍫🍬 (and 🍋😳🍋sour🍋😳🍋), 🙏🙌Lord🙌🙏 and 🥩🍖🤤😩savory😩🤤🍖🥩, 🧀🧀🧀cheesus🧀🧀🧀 🙌🙏🙌🙏Christ🙌🙏🙌🙏, can I get a 🍜🍜ramen🍜🍜?

[simlit]

Chosen of the Sun | | dawn // twenty-seven

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ELDEWYN: Well now, this is quite quaint, indeed! Tell me, how do you find the games thus far? INDRYR: Certainly trying. ASTER: I’ll say! I’ve been nearly mauled to death by giant serpents, thrown off bridges, and murdered by a Necro— KYRIE: Aster! Is one of our more resourceful competitors. ELDEWYN: Ah, yes, that’s right. Half-elf is it? Pity. Those without magic often struggle during trials. Now that I think of it, I can’t remember a winner that wasn’t attune to the arcane… INDRYR: An interesting point. One must wonder if the games favor those with magic, why the Moon selects those unafflicted. ASTER: The answer is obvious, of course! It’s our boundless charm and sage wisdom! LUCIEN: giggles INDRYR: Sage wisdom, you say? KYRIE: It isn’t true that there have been no past winners who weren’t magic users. ELDEWYN: Quite right, quite right you are, Your Grace. There have been ample warriors of all sorts who have won in the past. I find my memory fails me in my old age. ASTER: You ought to have more wine, my lord! Nothing helps loosen my memory like a few glasses of savory spirits! INDRYR: I think that is the opposite of the solution… ELDEWYN: Ahaha! I like your style, Master Bard. Well, this is a celebratory affair, after all. I’ll have the maids bring in some special brews I’ve had stowed away for just the occasion. I’m a bit of a collector, you know. ASTER: And I’m a connoisseur! KYRIE: whispers They’re getting on famously. INDRYR: Perhaps Your Grace chose too well. KYRIE: Ah…

[daevguy]

Tagged by @judyalvqrez (would have done this sooner but I forgor 😔)

Favorite color: PURPLE. bonus points if it's paired with black.

Currently reading: listening to an audio book of Tales From a Buick 8 by Stephen King! I've been binging a lot of his audio books the last two years.

Currently watching: my third watch of better call saul. Currently halfway through season 4 😎. It's definitely one of my favorites. Love the purposeful cinematography and every actor gave incredible performances.

Last movie: my friend showed me my cousin vinny! It was very funny and I have to wonder if the character served as an inspiration for Saul Goodman.

Sweet, savory, or spicy: spicy! But not /overly/ spicy. I just like a nice heat with good flavor!

Relationship status: I've been with @pierrebearr for 15 years! We were high school friends and started dating our senior year. Little did we know we were both little neurodivergent weirdos with fucky gender :p 💜

Current obsession: ALAN WAKE 2 BAYBEEEE. I've always enjoyed the first game for what it is, but good lord did playing the second game send me on my very own spiral. It made me revisit control and I came away liking it more a second time through and now I'm locked in lol.

Tea, or coffee: both!

Last thing googled: puzzle solutions for a survival horror game Alisa! I'm too smooth brained for puzzles and that game had a handful of puzzles that require you to think 5 steps ahead and I am just completely incapable lol

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Tag game!

Tag nine people you would like to know better, I was tagged by one of my favorite mutuals @gxdcomplex !!!

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Favorite Color:

pink mostly!!! but i also love blue and purple, and black will always have a special place in my heart

Currently Watching:

i’m in the middle of watching both Revolutionary Girl Utena and Gundam Wing!!! i’ve also started rewatching the lord of the rings

Currently Reading:

i’m starting a new book soon!!! but i can’t decide if i want to start Our Wives Under the Sea or one of the witchy books i recently got. but i LOVE sapphic romance novels, it’s most of what i read lately

Sweet/Savory/Spicy:

all of them honestly, but i really prefer sweet things i think!!! i would kill for someone candied honeycombs right now. but honestly my favorite is salty, especially if it’s mixed with sweet!!!

Relationship Status:

Single for now!!!

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honestly most of my search history is about warhammer lol. i won’t go into detail with specifics, but i’ll be glad to gush about it to anyone who wants to listen!!!

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[corduroyserpent]

“I thought all children enjoyed dragon’s beard candy.” Tianlang-jun’s nonchalant words are nearly swallowed up by the excitable crowd of humans they weave through. He holds his hands behind his back, glancing at Zhuzhi-lang as he gracefully steps aside to allow a troupe of performers in flowing costumes to make their way past. “Have you truly never tried it?” 

“This subordinate has found no cause to eat sweets,” Zhuzhi-lang answers honestly. His cheeks are faintly flushed from the insinuation that he’s a child; he’s been sixteen for half a year already. 

“To desire it is reason enough, no?”

“No,” Zhuzhi-lang answers without thinking. “I mean, yes. I…this subordinate supposes that’s true.”

Tianlang-jun raises a tapered brow. Lanterns line the busy streets, swaying above them. The faint red glow softens his sharp profile.

While this is not the first time Zhuzhi-lang has accompanied his lord to a festival in the Human Realm, it is the only instance he can think of where Tianlang-jun has actively engaged him in conversation while meandering through the bright stalls. Typically Zhuzhi-lang follows at his heels, a silent and ever-present shadow, passing him money when he desires to purchase a colorful mask or delicately crafted sugar figures.

“How silly you are,” Tianlang-jun says as he slips back into the pack of humans, darting through them like a carp swimming upstream. The elegant silver embroidery at the edges of his deep black robes shimmers under the lights. “If you want something, obtain it. Those of our lineage need not worry about the particulars. Ah! Here we are.” 

He stops before a small stall and holds up two fingers towards the seller, lifting the palm of his other hand out towards Zhuzhi-lang. 

Zhuzhi-lang obediently opens a little pouch and takes out five gold pieces—the standard amount his lord likes to pay for goods that are worth a small fraction of that price. 

Tianlang-jun happily trades the gold for two pieces of the aforementioned dragon’s beard candy, motioning for Zhuzhi-lang to take one from the small disposable container. Zhuzhi-lang holds it carefully between forefinger and thumb, unsure how he’s meant to consume it, as he follows Tianlang-jun back into the fray. He doesn’t tend to eat in this form, having discovered relatively fast that all of the chewing was far less efficient than taking his meals once a week as a serpent. 

It is only after watching Tianlang-jun casually take a bite that Zhuzhi-lang copies him. 

Zhuzhi-lang’s eyes go wide. It’s delicious! 

He hardly waits until he’s swallowed the first bite before popping the rest into his mouth, enjoying how the thin outer strands melt against his tongue. He hadn’t expected the filling when he first tasted it but now he savors it, enjoying the sweetness. It sticks to his teeth.

He wants more. 

“Take this.” Tianlang-jun unceremoniously pushes the second half of his sweet into Zhuzhi-lang’s hands. 

“Junshang doesn’t want it?” 

“I’m in the mood for something savory now.” Tianlang-jun retrieves a handkerchief from his sleeve, wiping his fingers. The instant he looks away, Zhuzhi-lang eats the remaining candy. Still focused on cleaning his hands, Tianlang-jun says, “Go on.” 

“Hm?” Zhuzhi-lang tilts his head—the picture of innocence. 

Tianlang-jun gestures back towards the stall with his chin. He’s not laughing but Zhuzhi-lang can tell he’s amused. “Get another. I will wait.”

Too excited to be embarrassed, Zhuzhi-lang nods and quickly goes to do just that. As he chews on his new favorite snack, he thinks that perhaps Tianlang-jun’s admiration of humans is not entirely foolish.

[also on ao3]

[foxyanon]

Twenty Questions For Fic Writers

Thanks for the tag @whitedarkmoonflower, this is certainly an interesting questionnaire

1. how many works do you have on AO3?

I have 7! I cross post all my works.

2. what's your total AO3 word count?

28,748 as of right now

3. what fandoms do you write for?

Since I do crossovers, this is all the fandoms I’ve written about SO FAR: The Last Kingdom, Wheel Of Time, A Song Of Ice And Fire (and associated fandoms), Skyrim, Dragon Age

4. top five fics by kudos

Only four of my fics on AO3 have kudos but in order they are

-Convincingly Human

-To End A War

-The Vampiress And The Dane

-To Love A Dragon

5. do you respond to comments?

I love comments on my fics and always try to respond to them!

6. what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Surprise, surprise I have not actually written a super angst fic! I prefer happy endings, but I guess Eve could be considered a less than savory ending 🤔

7. what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Most everything I’ve written so far has a happy or at least satisfying ending.

8. do you get hate on fics?

I have not, thankfully

9. do you write smut?

Ehh, sorta? I haven’t written anything crazy explicit, but I am trying to expand my writing horizons

10. craziest crossover?

Crossovers are my specialty! I don’t think it’s crazy but my ASOIAF x TLK crossover could be seen as that, or my WOT x Skyrim

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I’m aware

13. have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not really? I’m working on a collab with my moot @sihtricfedaraaahvicius, but we each write our own parts and just share notes. I don’t know if I’ll ever cowrite with someone as I’m super particular about how I want a story to be told

14. all time favorite ship?

While I don’t write for ships that aren’t for my OCs, I’m a sucker for Robb x Dany. Truly they would’ve been a power couple

15. what's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I aim to finish every work I start, but the one WIP that is on hiatus right now is To End A War. I’m not sure when I’ll pick it up again

16. what are your writing strengths?

The ability to set a scene in a few sentences, getting a story to flow seamlessly when combining two different worlds

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

Dialogue, smut

18. thoughts on dialogue in another language?

I love it! Since I have a Targ!OC, there will be some High Valyrian spoken in her fics. If I ever write another Skyrim fic, I’ll include some Dovazhul!

19. first fandom you wrote in?

The Last Kingdom, it was The Vampiress And The Dane

20. favorite fic you've written?

As of right now, probably To Love A Dragon or Convincingly Human because they both include dragons (my very niche interest) and they are my special fics. I’m super attached to Rhaenerys as an OC and dragon shifter!reader has a special place in my heart.

No pressure tags: @legitalicat @zaldritzosrose @asa-do-your-thing @sihtricfedaraaahvicius @gemini-mama

@alexagirlie @lord-aldhelm @thenameswinter99 @lady-phasma

[drama-glob]

Just Because

Fizz wakes up to find Ozzie has a romantic surprise for him.

His train of thought soon became interrupted when he caught the scent of something savory cooking, making his mouth water and stating, “Mmmm. Bacon.” This put a bit more perk in his step as he quickly made it the rest of the way to the kitchen door, followed by pressing his head against it in an effort to eavesdrop on his potential surprise. Fizz could hear his giant boyfriend humming his melodic song, instantly putting the imp at ease as he sighed contently. He then pulled away from the door and internally wondered, Wait a sec. Why am I out here instead of actually getting to see whatever the fuck Ozzie has planned?

Checking that he looked as sexy as possible really quick, Fizzarolli proceeded to quietly and smoothly open the door to find the flower petal trail continued all the way to the dining table, where they encircled it in a delicately laid path. He also saw the top of the surface, which had a massive bouquet of roses in a red heart-shaped vase along with the usual blue Asmodean crystal and bowl of heart potpourri. The lingering smell of fresh brewed coffee hung in the air along with the bacon on the stovetop, reminding Fizz that he still needed his caffeine fix and sure enough, his “Thirsty Boy” mug sat next to the pot on the counter. Panning his view all the way to the right gave him the sight he admired most: his boyfriend happily making breakfast in his favorite red robe, humming and swishing his tail feathers behind him.

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@charsawdeath @enbydemirainbowbigfoot @pastaprincess @my-dark-lord @meandtheyeehaws @eldritch-horror-wannabe Beware the high levels of fluff. ;) ^_^ <3<3<3

[mariacallous]

While I wouldn’t be so bold as to claim that soup is a Jewish food, we do have a disproportionate love of it. And by “we,” I mean the global Jewish community — with roots in Egypt to Yemen, Eastern Europe, and Iraq. Our enthusiasm for a bowl of (usually) savory liquid is easily understood: Soup is a frugal dish and many of the varieties below originated in poor communities that relied on cheap ingredients like vegetables and meat bones to help more expensive items like beef chunks stretch further. Soup is an easy way to feed a crowd and are therefore often enjoyed on Shabbat and festivals. Plus, it’s the ultimate comfort food and, Lord knows, our people have had more than their fair share of troubles!

But what makes a soup Jewish? And which is the best Jewish soup? Behold, a totally subjective ranking that you can fight with your friends about:

1. Yemenite Soup 

A broad term for numerous sensational soups from the Yemenite kitchen unified by a warming spice blend called hawaij that features turmeric, black pepper, cardamom, cumin, and coriander. The most traditional variety uses marrow bones to impart a deep meaty flavor (basically, a bone broth), though a chicken base is also common — try adding hawaij to your chicken soup for a burst of sunshine. We love this vegetarian take with root vegetables, too.

Pros: A fragrant one-pot meal that only improves with time in the fridge.

Cons: Your local supermarket probably doesn’t stock hawaij. Luckily, there’s Amazon.

2. Kubbeh Soup

If you’re new to this Iraqi delicacy, just think of kubbeh as a kind of stuffed, elevated matzah ball. Made with bulgur wheat or semolina, these dumplings are filled with meat, then simmered in a variety of broths, ranging from beet-based to turmeric-tinged. This is one instance where the soup is secondary to its accompaniments: the kubbeh take center stage.

Pros: Kubbeh are dense and super filling, so a bowl of this soup is a full meal.

Cons: This ain’t no quick dish — the kubbeh are made by hand and quite labor-intensive.

3. Chicken Soup With Matzah Balls or Kreplach

This classic broth ranks highly for name recognition alone — it is arguably the quintessential Jewish soup. Somehow, leftover chicken carcasses/cheap cuts/older hens are elevated to pure magic with the addition of vegetables, water, and time. And if that weren’t enough, we have fluffy matzah balls to suck up all the goodness, or dumplings filled with all sorts of treats to add an extra level of intrigue. This is a dish to be tweaked and honed over time according to personal taste, though this classic version is a good place to start. If you’re looking to push the boundaries, try cooking it in the oven instead of on the stove, or adding lamb bones for a deeper flavor.

Pros: Not called “Jewish Penicillin” for nothing, studies have shown that this soup helps reduce upper respiratory cold symptoms.

Cons: No version will ever be as good as your grandmother’s.

4. Egyptian Golden Potato Soup

Of the various potato-based Jewish soups, this one stands out. The humble potato is elevated with a burst of brightness from lemon juice added just before serving and a healthy dose of trendy turmeric, responsible for its golden color.

Pros: Easily adapted for vegetarians — just switch out the chicken stock for water.

Cons: Be wary of golden splatters while blending.

5. Lentil Soup

This thrifty, filling concoction is the OG of Jewish soups — literally — boasting biblical roots. It plays a starring role in the feud for first-born dominance between Jacob and Esau. Basically, Esau, hangry from a hard day’s work in the field, agrees to sell his first-born rights to younger brother Jacob in exchange for a bowl of lentil soup. That soup must have smelled pretty damn good to be worth giving up a whole bunch of privileges, almost as good as this hearty tomato-based lentil soup with facon (yes, that’s fake bacon), or this Syrian lentil soup flavored with garlic and cumin.

Pros: An excellent source of meat-free protein and opportunities for deception.

Cons: The amount of grit in packaged lentils requires thorough rinsing.

6. Sopa de Huevos y Limon

This brighter, silkier take on chicken soup hailing from Turkey, Greece, and the Balkan States is a true comfort food. It’s so nourishing and gentle on the stomach that it’s a popular meal to bring in or break the Yom Kippur fast. Plus, it’s a great way to use up leftover chicken. Check out this classic recipe.

Pros: Despite its velvety creaminess, this soup is dairy-free.

Cons: The egg tempering process can be tricky.

7. Borscht 

Although in Eastern Europe borscht is considered a local, not Jewish, delicacy, this fuchsia riot of a soup has become synonymous with traditional Jewish eateries in the U.S. and wider Anglo diaspora. Cheap, earthy beets are the undisputed star, but the accompanying flavors offer tons of room for experimentation — emphasize the sweet-sour notes with lemon and sugar or freshen it up with orange, ginger, and mint.

Pros: Suitable for year-round sipping, as it’s equally delicious served hot or cold.

Cons: That bright color equals significant stain potential.

[writingwhimsey]

Married to The Enemy- Shingen Ch. 11

Chapter 11

Shingen and I soon arrived at the festival. Lanterns were strung up. Lively music from liver performers filled the air. Scents, warm, sweet, and savory filled the air from the various food vendors and tea houses. Children ran through the streets playing with sparklers and toys they had picked up from the various merchants.

I smiled as I took it all in. “It’s quite lively here. I love it.” I said, continuing to look around and take in the sights.

“Echigo is very lively.” Shingen agreed, smiling fondly. “I hope to someday show you the liely people of Kai as well.”

I smiled up at Shingen. “I would like that.”

“Where would you like to go first, Ava?” Shingen asked.

“I don’t really know…it all looks so wonderful and fun. I don’t think we could go wrong with any of the choices.” I answered.

Shingen smiled. “Most likely not.” He agreed. 

“How about you show me some of your favorites?” I suggested.

“Alright.” Shingen agreed. “In that case, we can start over here.”

Shingen led me to a booth selling a rather delicious looking mochi and other sweets. After ordering a few treats here, we stopped by several other booths, picking up more sweets before finding a bench to sit down on together and enjoy the treats. 

I couldn’t help but to giggle as I looked at all of the sweets. “I should have known that stopping by your favorites meant all the sweets.”

Shingles gave me a warm smile. “Well, I would have my other sweet treat, but I have a feeling you might light up the entire festival if I did that.”

I felt my cheeks flush as I remembered Shingen saying that I would be his new sweet and he would kiss my hand every time he wanted something sweet. “Probably.” I admitted, reaching for one of the treats to take a bite, trying to hide my blush. 

Shingen chuckled, but continued to eat.

“You know…I do think it’s great how you openly enjoy the things you do.” I said after a moment.

Shingen gave me a curious look. “How so?” He asked.

“Life is fleeting and…there’s so much pain and suffering in the world, but there’s also so much joy and kindness that can be found in the littlest of things.” I said. “And when you find those little things that make you happy, you should enjoy them from the bottom of your heart.”

Shingen blinked a couple of times as he gazed at me. Then a smile spread across his face. “My goddess is not only beautiful, but wise as well.”

I felt myself flushing pleasantly under his praise. “I don’t know about that.” I replied, feeling bashful. “Or maybe you’re just saying that because I gave you the perfect excuse to indulge your sweet tooth.”

Shingen chuckled warmly, his laughter washing over me like warm chocolate. “It can be both.” He replied.

I couldn’t help but to laugh and shake my head. We finished up our sweets and then began walking around the festival again…hand in hand. We stopped at several craft vendors, looking over their wares. So many talented artisans had brought so much to sell. 

“Ah, it is good to see you as always, Lord Shingen.” One of the vendors of a woodworking booth greeted us. 

Shingen smiled at the vendor. “And as always it is good to see you and the work you create.” He replied. “Those tools I gave you, still working out?”

“Splendidly.” The man answered. He was then looking at me. “Oh? I should have known you’d have the most beautiful woman at the festival on your arm. Who is this?”

“My lovely wife, Ava.” Shingen answered. Even though we had been married for a bit of time now, it still made my heart race whenever he introduced me to someone as his wife. “Ava, this is a former vassal of mine, Hiroto.”

“Oh, I had heard a rumor that you’d gotten married. Never thought I’d see the day.” He said grinning. He then looked at me, smiling kindly. “I am happy to meet the woman who could finally make Lord Shingen settle down. It’s very nice to meet you, Lady Ava.”

“Nice to meet you, too, Hiroto.” I replied, my cheeks still feeling quite red.

Hiroto then turned back to Shingen. “It’s too bad my father isn’t here to see this. He’d be pleased to see you finally married off…and probably asking when we can expect a new Takeda baby to be born.” 

Shingen chuckled. “He was always concerned about us both settling down.” He said. “Speaking of, how are your wife and little one doing?”

Hiroto smiled. “Very well. And it’s little ones. My wife just had our second child three months ago. A girl.”

“Congratulations then. You are a lucky man indeed.” Shingen told him.

The pair chatted a while longer before Shingen was purchasing a wooden carving from Hiroto and then we were walking off. “Sorry for talking with Hiroto for so long.” Shingen told me.

I shook my head and smiled. “Nothing to apologize for.” I replied. “I actually enjoyed listening to you two.”

“Oh?” Shingen asked.

I nodded. “Yes, clearly he was someone who knew you quite well…and well you said he was a former vassal so it was interesting to see how you two interacted…and to learn about another side of you.”

“You never cease to amaze me, Ava.” Shingen told me, his gray eyes warm.

“So…if you don’t mind my asking, what’s the story…with you and Hiroto?” I asked, feeling curious. 

“I don’t mind.” Shingen replied. “His family was one of the longest serving clans of the Takeda. Hiroto was the youngest son of his father. He had no interest in being a warrior, but that was all his family had known, even if he wouldn’t inherit a title, he had still been trained. Eventually he found me working on my carpentry one day and showed an interest…and I released him from my service and he moved on to work on creating things.”

I smiled. “I think it’s wonderful that you did that for him.”

“Serving someone should be a choice.” Shingen said. “Everyone should be able to have that freedom.”

“I have to agree.” I replied. It seemed Shingen respected people’s choices and did what he could to help them in their life. Even with me, he respected my choices. Every new thing I found out about him…it had me falling a little more for him.

Meanwhile…

“He is loading up on nothing but sweets. This is ridiculous. I have to go and stop him.” Yukimura declared as he watched Shingen and Ava from a distance.

“Oh no you don’t.” Saki declared, grabbing onto his arm with both of hers. “You leave them alone.”

“Saki is right.” Sasuke said, pushing up his glasses. “Besides it is a special occasion.”

Yukimura looked at his friend and then at Saki, a frown appearing on his face. “I don’t care if it is a special occasion…”

“Listen here, Yukimura, you go over there and bother them and I will kick your ass.” Saki told him, sternly. “Besides we are at a festival. Pretty sure Lord Shingen gave you the night off, It’s time to cut loose and have some fun. Just like your lord and my lady are doing.”

“Once again, Saki is right.” Sasuke said. “Besides I’m pretty sure I saw a booth over there with some dango you like.”

Yukimura sighed. “Alright, alright.” He relented. “Just someone has to look out for his health you know.”

“That’s what he’s got Ava for. Or did you forget his plan for cutting back on sweets?” Saki teased.

“Ugh, I wish I could forget.” Yukimura sighed. “You can let go of me, now, by the way.”

“Can I trust you?” Saki asked, giving him a stern look.

Yukimura sighed. “Yes, I promise to leave them alone. Geesh, you’re just as much of a wild boar woman as your lady.”

Saki glared at Yukimura and reached up to pinch his cheek…hard. “And you’re a huge dumbass. Ugh.” She was then marching off ahead of him and Sasuke.

“You really don’t know how to talk to women.” Sasuke said as he came up to pat Yukimura on the shoulder.

“What? She is just as bad as Ava…maybe even worse.”

Sasuke sighed and shook his head. “At least we will be bachelors together.” He murmured.

“What?”

“Nothing. Let’s just catch up with Saki.”

The two friends caught up with Saki. The three of them began to explore the festival together. They were standing at a booth, looking over some of the crafts when a familiar voice called out. “Sasuke!”

Sasuke jumped up just in time to avoid Kenshin’s blade. “Lord Kenshin, what are you doing? We are at a festival.”

“Just because we are at a festival does not mean you get to relax. This is the perfect time  for a surprise attack.” Kenshin answered, lifting his blade again. “I have to make sure your skills do not dull just because we have made a peace treaty with the Oda.”

Sasuke sighed. “It appears, it is time for me to kervanish.” He said before throwing a small smoke bomb at Kenshin’s feet before dropping some ground spikes and making a hasty escape.

“Sasuke you get back here!” Kenshin declared, leaping over the ground spikes and running through the streets.

The townspeople who had been gathered in the area let out a gasp and then started to clap as if they were watching a stage play. Saki shook her head and laughed. 

“We should probably pick these up before somebody steps on them.” Yukimura said, looking at Saki.

She nodded. “Yeah, probably.” She was then pulling out a small pouch Ava had made for her long ago. “We can put them in this.”

“Good thinking.” Yukimura agreed.

Once they had collected the ground spikes, the pair were returning to the festival. Yukimura stopped by a lot of food booths, loading up on all kinds of festival food. Saki couldn’t help but to giggle as she watched Yukimura stuff his face.

“What?” Yukimura asked around a mouth full of food.

“You’re seriously lecturing Lord Shingen about HIS eating when YOU eat like that?” She teased.

“What? At least it’s not all sweets…and didn’t you and Sasuke say it is a special occasion?” Yukimura replied.

Saki grinned as she poked Yukimura’s stuffed cheeks. “I guess it is.”

“Hey, don’t poke so hard.” Yukimura replied, reaching up to poke Saki’s cheek right back.

She glared at him and then poked him hard in the ribs. “You be easy on a lady, you dummy.”

“I don’t see a lady. Just you.” Yukimura quipped.

Saki glared at him. “Well, I don’t see a warrior, just a big dumb idiot.” 

“You know…I take it back. You’re worse than Ava.” Yukimura told her.

Saki rolled her eyes. “Ugh, you REALLY need to learn some tact.” She said, shoving him on the shoulder. “Can’t believe you are Lord Shingen’s vassal.”

“What? Because I don’t spout cheesy pickup lines every five seconds when I’m within a meter of a woman with a pulse?”

Saki just shook her head and rolled her eyes. “Ugh, you’re so annoying.” She muttered before grabbing Yukimura by the sleeve. “Come on, we’ve got plenty more to see.” She said, determined to keep Yukimura from interrupting Shingen and Ava.

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[ldrfanatic]

Hiii! How are you?

Milk with slytherin boys please?

I apologize in advance this is my first time making a request so i hope its ok :)

Physically: i'm short 5'0, i have fair skin, rosy cheeks, i'm a little chubby, i have an hourglass body shape, a little tummy, thicc thighs, i have a small button nose, a heartshaped face, foggy green eyes, hooded lids, i have meduim size lips? If that makes sense. I have dyed copper hair, bangs, a long wolfcut type of haircut, my hair go down to the middle of my back. About me: i'm French,i can speak english, sign language and learning italian. i'm funny. I'm autistic, and i have general anxiety disorder, i have verbal tics, i often do 'pop' sounds with my mouth or reapete things out loud sometimes on a loop, (TW: I grew up in an abusing setting and i have scars, bad ones, especially on my back.) I'm insecure. My love language is giving the bigger half when i'm sharing, or giving anything really. The Way i liked to be loved is through words of affirmation and physical touch. I'm very forging, I like to make my own opinion on people, i'm the mom friends. I have a short temper when i'm stressed, i am very blunt, i'm not scared to speak my mind, of i like people i compare them to bugs or animals as they are my special intrests. If i had to describe my style it would be fairy grunge? Like long skirts, knitted sweaters (the soft kind not witchy cause few sensory issues), converses or sandales, golf jewlery i can also be dressed in full black, form fitting maxi dress with new rock or naked wolfe type of shoes. I love music, anything. And i mean it. Pop, alt, rock, metal, screamo, indie, country, rap. But mostly 2000s 2010s music for the nostalgia. My favorite s'ingère is Billie Eilish. I love doing crafts, i do crochet, i love reading books (dark romance/fantaisie/fiction) i'm a 'nerd', i love happy Potter, lord of the rings, the Hobbit, i love vampires, i love video games, such as animal crossing, SIMS unpacking, and cozy games but as the last of us, the walking dead, until dawn, the quart etc. I have a black cat. I'm a picky eater, potatos are my safe food though, i'm more of a sweet person than savory, brownies are my favorite desserts, I smell like vanilla. Roses and hydrangeas are my favorite flowers. I love trinkets, i collect pretty much any pretty thing i find, twigs, Shells, rocks, little lost things like beeds, crystals, sometimes little toys. I love plushies, i have a teddy bear and a white tiger. I'm a night owl. I love looking at the moon (i have a moon phase tattoo between my boobs. And sun tattoos around my nipples ) i also love taking pictures especially polaroid of people and animals :)

I hope that was enough, thank you for taking time out of your day to read, and thank you for writting.

Again, CONGRATS ON THE 1,000💕💃🏻

Much love ♡

Thank You Soooo Much @alygatorcow !!

1000 follower celebration my bookcase

This one took some thinking but I’m gonna pair you with our sweet Theodore Nott. I know what you might be thinking but hear me out.

Theo is a little tall but he lovesss having short girlfriends. (even if you were 5’7 tho he’d still adore you). Theo likes that you’re all cute and little and he can just hug you and you fit so easily in his arms. (I have a tall bf yall and he tells me all the time how cute and “widdle” I am).

He also adores your figure and won’t accept anything else for an answer. His mother always taught him that the most important thing in a woman is a good heart. really though, he just loves thick thighs and likes having something to hold onto.

Theo thinks that it’s really hot that you can speak French. He helps you learn italian and you try and help teach him french but he struggles enough sometimes with english so that endeavor was quickly put on hold.

At first, the noises you make are very foreign to Theodore, but once he understands them and you, he comes to appreciate them as just a part of who you are and he loves you for it.

Growing up with his father, who used to hit him and his mother, Theo also has scars. He doesn’t like to talk about them but he will with you if you want him to. More than anything, Theo tries to comfort you. He knows what it’s like to have that sort of background and when people get angry, he knows that it comes from a place of care but also he realizes that he always finds it more helpful when people are just there for him rather than when they get angry. So that’s what he does for you.

Finally, Theo loves your tattoos and your style. He really has a thing for your long skirts he thinks they make you look very fairy like and ethereal. He’s not a night owl I wouldn’t say, but it’s very cute when he tries to stay up as late as possible with you. His eyes will get all droopy and his accent will get a little thicker. He will however, do really sweet romantic gestures for you that are very personal like creating or buying you a display case that you can put all the stuff you collect and he will listen to you talk about all of it for hours on end.

theo’s nicknames for you include:

- love bug

- piccola fata (little fairy)

- sunflower (given to you after a particularly cute little date to a sunflower field)

tysm for this request!!! tysm for being a follower and let me know if I got anything wrong. I tried to include as much information as possible without making it like a book for you to read 😅💚

[huihuiheart]

Kinktober D14: Sweetest Treat - Seungyoun

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Pairing:  Lord Cho Seungyoun x Bakers Daughter Reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Summary: You had a desire for a man out of your reach, at least until he reached out to you first. Still, from such different worlds could it really be so?

Warnings: Oral (reader rec), fingering, praise, lots of praise, unprotected sex.

Word Count: 2964

“Welcome back Lord Cho will it be the usual again?” You hear your father at the counter of the shop from your place back in the kitchen and find yourself peeking out to take note of whether it is the very Cho Seungyoun you have rather the obsession with or his father. Taking note that this morning it happens to be the latter to your slight disappointment.

“That it will be, when can I expect it to be ready?” He asks as you’ve already begun to focus your attention back onto the cherry tarts you have been working on making.

“Well we can start on it right away, so I’d say mid-afternoon or so. Is that fine with you?” Your father inquires of the lord who hums in thought before sighing softly.

“Ahh my son will have to pick it up, I’ll be indisposed then.” Those were the only words it took to have your attention back on the conversation and your heart fluttering so much you’re certain it was skipping beats. Not that you cared, you would get to see the sweet Cho Seungyoun this afternoon. The very man who hid away under the trees of the orchard or inspected the vineyards that you went to so as to find the best of fresh fruits to use for the sweets. The man whom despite being a lord by birth never treated you as just the baker's daughter. The very man that made every suitor who showed their face look like the mere scraps you threw out for the mangy street dogs, that is if they didn’t appear to be more like the street dogs instead.

Knowing that Seungyoun would be coming you were suddenly much more focused on the tasks, working to get everything in order perfectly and quickly so that you could set off to make the apple tarts that he had once told you he liked to slip into the order for him as well. Waiting for your father to be occupied before slipping them in, putting the rest out front for walk-in customers to purchase. Finishing wrapping up their order and it was ready for when Seungyoun walked in an hour later. Your father handled the money while you handed him the bags.

“While I was here I was wondering if I could inquire about something.” Seungyoun asks and you decide to take your leave when your father glances over at you, though still standing near enough to hear the exchange, “I am going to be spending a few months over at our vacation home nearer to the city, but I don’t think I could possibly do without your baking. Do you have someone who could deliver it to me there? A shophand or something perhaps? I would pay handsomely for it.”

Your brows furrowed as you listened while kneading the dough, you knew Seungyoun was aware it was just the two of you in the shop and yet he had asked that anyway.

“My lord… It’s only me and my daughter and she cannot run the shop alone in my absence.” Your father nervously responds though he is right. You tend to focus more on the sweets while he covers the savory goods as you have not yet mastered all the recipes.

“Can she also not deliver them? She is at an age where she should be able to travel alone. Though if it is her safety you are concerned for I can send a carriage to escort her. That is no problem.” Seungyoun assures him, but you can tell your father is still debating before excusing himself for a moment, coming and explaining the situation to you.

“Papa, you've raised me with the sense needed to survive in this world. I should be able to travel there and back with no problem.” You assure him, taking his hands into yours with a smile, “Besides it will only be a few days.”

He sighs, but nods at your assurance is enough for him before he’s going to inform Seungyoun that you accept. Taking note of what he wanted and when the carriage would be arriving to pick up you and the baked goods. Pouring yourself into the work as time continues on, your heart beating sporadically knowing that this time there would be more to prepare than just some apple tarts. Your heart then proves to be in your throat the day the carriage arrives to come get you. Feeling rather silly climbing inside in your simple dress while being assisted by the older gentlemen set along with it. Your hands shake the whole journey there, before pulling up to a home easily three times the size of yours despite being a vacation home. Seungyoun greeting you at the door.

“Y/N! Welcome! I know you’re here for business, but please do be at home. You’re our guest this evening.” He assures bringing your hand up to kiss the back of it as someone takes the delivery from you along with the bag you needed overnight. Seungyoun guides you to his office where he hands you the money along with a paper stating his next order list and the date for that. “Come, I'll give you a quick tour.”

Lacing your arm through Seungyoun’s felt so foreign and yet so right as you allowed him to give you a tour. Though if you recalled anything after with the way his presence so close to you had your mind muddied, it would be a miracle. After the tour much to your displeasure Seungyoun left you again, returning to business matters, but promising to join you for dinner this evening, not one to let his guest eat alone. In fact, he goes as far as to turn up at the guest room to escort you there himself as well. It was also an unfamiliar experience to have people catering to you, but considering they were not a constant you still got a lot of time alone with Seungyoun.

“So if I mention other sweets that I like will they start miraculously appearing in our orders?” He playfully calls you out amidst casual conversation, trying to stuff down his laughter at seeing how you immediately fluster.

“You just seemed to really like them.” Your words are so soft that you’re not sure if they’re even audible.

“Oh I do and it’s very sweet of you to sneak me them. Though perhaps I’m a bit too spoiled now, I’m not sure I could survive without them.” His words are meant to reassure you, but it stuns you even more.

“Was it that obvious that it was me?” Your bashfulness makes him chuckle a little bit again.

“Well, kind of with how you seem to stare from the back anytime I’m in the shop.” He giddily calls you out again, though he then offers something in return, “Don’t worry though you’re the entire reason I come to the shop all the time. Even if I claim it’s the apple tarts.”

“My lord, there are many women in the marriage market who wish for your hand this season, of what concern am I to you in comparison?” You attempt to dismiss still unsure of his intentions at this point, but you feel the way it makes your heart stutter.

“Compared to you they are simply specks of dirt. No, the one who I would wish to court would be you, however, fate has us in such different lives that is not a possibility. Not publicly anyways, but perhaps when you come for deliveries we might.” Seungyoun proposes and you consider it for a moment.

“Are you truly suggesting what I believe you are? That we court in secret these next few months?” You attempt to reassure yourself that this is not your mind playing tricks on you.

“That is what I truly am suggesting. Should you be open to it.” He assures you, though giving an out afterward should it be what makes you comfortable.

“I am open to it.” You agree, earning a delighted smile from Seungyoun and a feeling that this would be an interesting few months.

Interesting they were, to say the least, Seungyoun was nothing if not sincere though. He had to be knowing that he was coming to you not for money or reputation, if anything putting those at risk. You did have to stop him from spoiling you quite so often however or people would have questions that you could not answer while keeping your secret. Seungyoun had taken the time during your visits to teach you things from his world such as formal ballroom dances and formal etiquettes. Such things are all very unfamiliar to you and seemingly overly complicated, but it allowed you a more in-depth look at him and that is something you would never complain of.

Seungyoun catches you again with a chuckle, righting you on your feet once more, “Looks like we’ll need to practice more.”

You pout a little and he stuffs down the rest of his amusement, “What would I even use this for?”

“Well as my wife you would use it for a lot of things. Any major event has dancing after all.” Seungyoun answers you so casually you miss the implications at first.

“I guess that’s true.” You agree before it registers, “Wait… as your what?”

Seungyoun smirks, leaning in by your ear, “Well for what purpose did you think we were courting sweetness? I wasn’t doing it just for more apple tarts.”

“And how exactly do you intend to go about getting married considering no one would approve of such.” You bring up though you had no real opposition to it.

“Well, then I guess it’s a good thing we’re away from anyone who could stop us. I could call someone from the church to wed us right now.” He whispers into your ear before placing a few delicate kisses down your neck.

“Would you?” You breathlessly ask, only encouraging him to keep kissing your skin like that.

“Would I what, sweet girl?” He inquires as if he has no idea what he’s doing.

“Would you truly call someone to wed us?” Sure you had dreamt of it, but for Seungyoun, position and all to actually suggest it was something you had never thought possible.

“If your heart so desires it. I would do it today.” He answers you without an ounce of hesitation.

“Then do it.”

Which is how you found yourself looking through the dresses Seungyoun had gifted you for dinners at his home in an attempt to find something suitable to marry him in. Finding something in a light pink that would be perfect for it and getting ready knowing that he had left to go find someone to marry you both little more than an hour ago and was likely on his way back now. Sure had you not been marrying in secret you both would have had things a lot more composed, however knowing that it was to be with Seungyoun was all you needed for it to be perfect. Hearing Seungyoun call out to you to signal his return, you nearly flew down the stairs to meet them, eager for this to happen. Seungyoun beams as he holds his hands out for yours before he nods to the man officiating for you both.

As soon as it was official Seungyoun had someone take the officiant back in a carriage while he took your hand and guided you back upstairs only this time it was to his room and not the guest room you so often stayed in. A hand coming up to cup your cheek, Seungyoun is content to take in your features for a few moments before he finally leans in to kiss you. Something you’re eager to return at the slow sweet pace he’s taking it at. The both of you wanted to take the time to commit every detail to memory despite how eager you both were at this moment.

“You know, you’re sweeter than any apple tart,” Seungyoun tells you licking his lips with a small smirk before moving in to kiss you again. Though this time he’s guiding you towards the bed as he does. “You also look so pretty in the things I get just for you.”

“I always feel special in the things you get me.” You admit to him even if the sentiment flusters you some.

“Then I’ll be sure to spoil you with even more.” He grins, kissing your cheek before his lips trail to your jaw and then down to your neck, “Though for now, I’m much more interested in seeing how pretty you are out of this dress sweet girl.”

“Well, I won’t be denying my husband of that anytime soon.” You assure him leaning up to kiss him before allowing him to get the dress off you one piece at a time. Seungyoun brushes delicately against each new patch of skin that is revealed as he does so. Allowing you also to work on getting his shirt off so you aren’t the only one revealing things now. Though he stops you after that.

“We’ll worry about that later sweetness, for now, allow me something else.” Seungyoun then moves down between your legs, spreading them to give himself more access, “I want to taste something else that I’m sure is just as sweet as the rest of you.”

The thought flusters you enough to hide your face making him chuckle, as he leans down to kiss your clit, “Don’t hide from me sweet girl, I want to see exactly how I’m making you feel.”

Despite his request, he allows you to move your hands at your own pace, not that you could deny Seungyoun anything that he asked you for. Watching him gently lap at you with furrowed brows at the unfamiliar, but pleasant sensations. Seungyoun takes note of every microexpression so as to determine what is best for you and shows how dedicated he was to making this enjoyable for not just him, but also you. Taking his time just with that, before he focuses more on your clit and eases a finger in, pausing when you gasp to look up at you.

“I’m okay Seungyoun.” You assure him, fingers weaving into his hair and scratching at his scalp making him moan and urging him to continue. Seungyoun once again takes his time to learn what you like and being rewarded with such pretty sounds and reactions only spurs him on further. Seungyoun then adds another finger and slowly works you up, the warm fuzzy feeling spreading through your body and making you grip at the bedsheets as it builds.

“Feeling good sweet girl?” He asks, barely parting from your clit and sending shocks of pleasure through it as he speaks, “It’s okay if you are, I got you pretty girl.”

“So good Seungyoun. It feels so good.” You can’t help but to praise him for how he’s making you feel. Seungyoun getting a sense of pride at your praise, loving that he can have such an effect on you, but not quite satisfied yet as he focuses on the spots he’s learned that make you feel the best. Only truly content once you cum for him.

“You know I was wrong. I think this might be sweeter than the rest of you.” He licks what’s left of you off his lips laughing lightly when you playfully smack his shoulder before pulling his face back up to yours for a kiss.

Seungyoun raises a brow at you as you now go back to getting his pants off, “What? I’m just picking back up where we left off. Don’t tell me you’re going to stop me again. I thought I could have what my heart desires, Seungyoun and my heart desires all of you.”

“Then you’ll have all of me sweetness.” He concedes with no real argument considering how much he desired it as well. Not that it would stop him from taking his time with you. Fingertips caressing your thighs as he eases inside, giving you both time to catch your breath. Seungyoun rolled his hips slow and shallow to guide you through all the new feelings, his hands leaving your thighs to take yours and lace your fingers together pressing your hands into the bed. “Eyes on me sweet girl. There you go, so perfect for me.”

His pelvic bone grinds against your clit as he leans down to kiss the tip of your nose and that’s when you let out a moan that makes him shudder above you. It only encourages him to go a little deeper and a little faster now. Each subsequent sound of pleasure makes him do so again until you’re both looking into each other's eyes as they’re clouded with pleasure and lust. The feelings overwhelm all your senses until you’re feeling that same warm and fuzzy sensation spreading through you again and cumming on his cock. Seungyoun is only seconds behind you, kissing the side of your face in appreciation.

“Good girl.” He whispers, peeling a hand from yours to brush your hair out of your face where it sticks. Allowing you both time to catch your breath before he’s helping you to the bathroom to gently wash you up. Then helping you to dress before going across the hall to the room you had considered yours and leaving the ruined sheets for another time.

“I’ve already sent word to both of our families. They may have some words for us upon our return, but whatever happens, they cannot change what is done. You are now Lady Cho, my lovely wife and for the next two weeks we will be perfectly undisturbed on our honeymoon.”

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Tagged by @goodpointsandbadpoints !!! omg HI and Thank you! teeheeheeeee!!🌻🌻

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Last song I listened to: Tracy Chapman's Fast Car. luke combs butchered version was playing and I decided that wasn't acceptable so I quickly connected my phone and played the original version. our Lord, Savior and queen Tracy Chapman. this song helped me survive my art class. I was in that room for so long, even longer after I took an electric nail file to my charcoal portrait while feverish and delusional.

Vergil's Aeneid, Book 1, II. 441-468 is also such a good song, 100/10 recommend. it feels like ur literally standing in ancient troy

Currently Watching: ive been in a funk lately for watching things but I've been watching Black Sails with my roommate and bestie. unfortunately it's at a pause until the semester starts up again but it's really giving me the gay pirates I crave. I spotted that bisexual a mile away. I really went 'i know what u are👁️👁️🫵' and was right.

I also just saw horizon ch. 1 and that was a cool western. the costumes and settings were stunning

Sweet/Savory/Spicy: god I'm always down for a SWEET TREEAAAT but I also enjoy savory stuff, fuck me Up with a lovely steak or some Mediterranean cuisine

Current Obsession: I've been playing re4 lately and am In Love. Luis and Leon should kiss as a treat and the Luis lives aus are giving me the disabled rep I crave and deserve. I'm also falling back into my red dead redemption 2 phase and am always enjoying the witcher. I've also been in a soapghost hyperfixation for about 1.5 yrs which is a record. serennedy is distracting me tho rn

I'm tagging: hm ok I don't really interact with people a lot so I'll go with my recentish mutuals: @highball66 @colesabi @cheshire18cat @silvercap @tirsynni @sparkie96 @thebrandywine

and literally anyone else who sees this and wants to do it! no pressure if you don't want to/already have/whatever