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gpcwsl · 3 months ago

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Hellooo :) aw yay! may i do a request for Leah Williamson x Alessia Russo x R as a throuple, and its media day with fans submitting questions?

The questions are “who fell first, who fell harder? How did you all become a pairing, who ask who out? Most likely to get jealous, most romantic..” and at the end the admin ask them to each say their favorite thing about each of their girlfriends? Lots of fluff and cuteness!

( you are one of my favorite authors on here!) :)

Warnings: nothing? Guess three people dating, and short. I am not shipping Leah and Alessia, they are good friends!

Alessia Russo x Leah Williamson x Reader

- Three’s company -

MasterList

It was media day at Arsenal, and the players were buzzing with energy. The cameras were rolling, the crew was setting up, and the club’s social media team had prepared a series of fan-submitted questions for a special sit-down featuring the team’s most unconventional, yet most adored relationship: Leah Williamson, Alessia Russo, and you.

The three of you sat side by side on a plush couch in front of a vibrant Arsenal-branded backdrop. Leah was in the middle, one arm slung casually around Alessia’s shoulders, the other resting on your thigh. Alessia was already giggling at something the admin said, while you nudged Leah playfully, trying to keep the mood light despite the cameras.

“Okay, everyone,” the admin began, adjusting their clipboard. “We��ve had an overwhelming number of questions for you three, so let’s dive right in.”

Leah leaned back, a playful grin on her face. “Let’s do it.”

“Question 1: “Who fell first?”

The admin read the question aloud, and immediately Alessia and Leah turned to you with matching smirks.

“You’re joking, right?” Alessia teased, nudging you with her elbow.

Your cheeks flushed as you rolled your eyes. “Okay, fine. It was me. But in my defense, you two are kind of hard not to fall for.”

Leah laughed, squeezing your thigh. “You were definitely a goner the moment Alessia smiled at you. Don’t think I didn’t notice.”

“Hey!” you protested, shooting Leah a mock glare. “It wasn’t just Alessia. You had me completely distracted during training for weeks.”

Alessia laughed, leaning into Leah. “So basically, we were both irresistible. Noted.”

Question 2: “Who fell harder?”

This time, all three of you paused to think. Leah was the first to answer.

“Alessia,” she said with a teasing grin.

“Excuse me?” Alessia protested, her eyes wide.

“You’re just a hopeless romantic,” Leah replied, her voice full of affection. “I mean, you cried during that cheesy rom-com we watched last week.”

“That’s different!” Alessia exclaimed, throwing her hands up. “It’s not my fault they reunited at the airport after five years!”

You chimed in, laughing. “I think Leah’s deflecting because she’s the one who fell the hardest. She literally wrote me a two-page letter after our first date.”

“eah groaned, covering her face with her hands. “Why would you bring that up?”

“Because it was adorable,” you said, leaning over to kiss her cheek.

Question 3: “How did you all become a pairing? Who asked who out?”

The three of you exchanged glances, and Alessia spoke up first.

“Well, Leah and I had been close for years,” she began. “We were best friends, but there was always… something more. We just didn’t admit it for ages.”

“And then you came along,” Leah added, looking at you. “You joined the team, and suddenly everything changed. We both liked you, but neither of us wanted to say anything at first.”

“Until one night after a team dinner,” Alessia continued, grinning. “Leah blurted out that she thought you were gorgeous.”

Leah groaned again, but you laughed. “And then Alessia backed her up by saying she’d been crushing on me for weeks. It was a little overwhelming, but in the best way.”

“And who asked who out?” the admin prompted.

“Technically, I asked both of you out,” Alessia said, shrugging. “I figured someone had to take charge.”

“She brought us flowers,” you added with a fond smile. “One bouquet for each of us.”

Question 4: “Who’s most likely to get jealous?”

“Leah,” you and Alessia said in unison, earning a mock-offended look from Leah.

“What? No way!” Leah protested.

“You absolutely get jealous,” Alessia teased. “Remember when that fan was overly friendly with me at the meet-and-greet?”

Leah crossed her arms, trying not to smile. “I wasn’t jealous. I was… protective.”

“Sure, Captain Protective,” you said, grinning. “You gave them the death glare for a full five minutes.”

“Fine,” Leah admitted, holding her hands up. “Maybe I get a little jealous sometimes. But can you blame me? I’m dating two amazing women. I don’t want to share.”

Question 5: “Who’s the most romantic?”

Alessia raised her hand immediately. “Me. No contest.”

Leah rolled her eyes playfully. “You’re just saying that because you leave notes in our lockers.”

“And plan surprise dates,” you added, leaning into Alessia.

“And make us breakfast in bed,” Leah admitted.

“Exactly,” Alessia said, grinning triumphantly.

“Okay, fine, you win,” Leah said with a laugh.

Final Question: “What’s your favorite thing about each of your girlfriends?”

The room went quiet as all three of you exchanged glances. Leah was the first to speak.

“About Alessia?” Leah began, her voice soft. “It’s her kindness. She always puts others first, and she has this way of making everyone feel special. And about you…” She turned to you, her eyes shining. “It’s your strength. You’re resilient and grounded, and you keep us both in check.”

Alessia smiled, brushing a tear from her eye. “Leah, my favorite thing about you is your passion. You care so much about everything—football, your friends, your family. It’s inspiring. And about you,” she said, looking at you, “it’s your humor. You always know how to make us laugh, even on the hardest days.”

You took a deep breath, your cheeks flushing. “Leah, my favorite thing about you is your loyalty. You’re always there for us, no matter what. And Alessia, it’s your warmth. You make everything feel like home.”

The admin clapped their hands together, breaking the moment. “That was perfect! I think the fans are going to love this.”

Leah, Alessia, and you exchanged smiles, the love between you radiating in the room. It was clear to everyone watching that this was more than a relationship—it was a partnership, built on trust, laughter, and a whole lot of love.

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magical-reid · 3 months ago

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Unspoken Symphonies

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Autistic!BAU!Reader

Word Count: 900

Prompts: 1: “I just cant see myself ever living without you.”

24: “I don’t care what others say, I want to be with you and that’s all that matters to me.”

Summary: In the BAU bullpen, Spencer is captivated by your presence, his attention fixated on you as you effortlessly point out the small distractions around him, forging a quiet but intimate bond. Despite the team's skepticism about your unconventional relationship, Spencer defends the unique connection you share, realizing that understanding each other is more than enough to make it work.

WARNING(?): I really tried my best to appropriately portray an autistic reader, however, if anyone finds that I didn't handle this situation appropriately for whatever reason, or if anyone is uncomfortable with how I portrayed the autistic reader, let me know and I will take this down. If anyone would like to better inform me on how to better write for an autistic reader I will take any tips happily.

The bullpen hummed with the quiet murmur of the BAU. Keyboards clicked, files shuffled, and the faint aroma of coffee mingled with the scent of printer ink. Yet, for Spencer, the center of his universe wasn’t the case files scattered across his desk or the faint sound of Morgan’s teasing laughter in the distance. It was you—perched on the edge of his desk, legs swinging idly, your gaze fixed on the ceiling as you traced invisible patterns with your fingertips.

“Hey, genius,” you said softly, tilting your head to glance at him. “You’re staring.”

Spencer flushed, tearing his gaze away and pushing up his glasses. “Sorry, I just—your observations always fascinate me. What are you thinking about?”

“The light,” you said simply. “It’s flickering. Almost imperceptibly, but it’s distracting.” You pointed upward, your movements deliberate and precise. “Doesn’t that drive you crazy?”

He followed your finger, squinting at the offending fluorescent bulb. “Oh, now I can’t unsee it,” he said with a sheepish smile, leaning forward. “But no, it doesn’t bother me as much as it seems to bother you.”

“Lucky you.” You shrugged, lowering your hand. “It’s not just the light, though. The air conditioning vents are whistling again, and Morgan has been tapping his pen against his desk for the last five minutes.”

Spencer’s lips quirked into an affectionate smile. “And you’re still managing to sit here with me?”

“Of course.” You turned to him fully now, your tone earnest and direct. “Because you’re here.”

His heart swelled at the simplicity of your statement, but before he could respond, Emily approached, arms crossed and brow arched.

“Am I interrupting something?” she asked, her tone teasing but laced with curiosity.

Spencer straightened in his chair, his fingers fidgeting with the edge of a file. “No, not at all. We were just—”

“Talking,” you interjected, your voice level. “Is that not allowed?”

Emily blinked, slightly taken aback, before recovering with a grin. “Of course it is. Just don’t let Hotch catch you slacking, okay?”

You nodded, your expression neutral but your fingers drumming rhythmically against the desk. Once Emily walked away, you leaned closer to Spencer. “They think we’re weird, don’t they?”

Spencer hesitated. He wanted to deny it, to shield you from the judgments of others, but you were too perceptive for that. “They… don’t understand,” he admitted finally. “But it doesn’t matter.”

“Doesn’t it?” Your voice softened, your eyes searching his. “It doesn’t bother you when they look at us like we’re… not normal?”

Spencer frowned, reaching out to brush his fingers against yours, an unspoken reassurance in the gesture. “Normal is subjective,” he said gently. “Besides, I don’t care what others say. I want to be with you, and that’s all that matters to me.”

Your gaze lingered on his, unblinking. The world around you seemed to fade—the whirring air conditioner, the tap of Morgan’s pen, the low hum of office chatter. It was just the two of you, cocooned in your own space.

“I just can’t see myself ever living without you,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper but carrying the weight of absolute certainty.

The words hit Spencer with a force he hadn’t anticipated, stealing his breath and grounding him all at once. He tightened his grip on your hand, his thumb brushing over your knuckles.

“You won’t have to,” he promised.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

(Later That Evening)

The team’s skepticism had been a silent undercurrent for months now. Conversations would lull whenever you entered a room, and Spencer could feel the weight of their glances. But tonight, as the team gathered at Rossi’s for dinner, the unease was almost palpable.

“Spence,” JJ began cautiously, her tone gentle but probing. “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course,” he said, though he already suspected the question.

“It’s just… you and Y/N. You’re so different. Don’t get me wrong,” she added quickly, “you seem happy. It’s just… it’s not what we expected.”

“What did you expect?” he asked, his voice calm but tinged with defensiveness.

JJ hesitated, searching for the right words. “I think we just don’t… understand your dynamic. You’re so—analytical. And Y/N is so—”

“Direct?” Spencer supplied. “Blunt? Honest? Those aren’t bad things, JJ. They’re part of why I love them.”

“It’s not a bad thing,” JJ said quickly. “It’s just… different.”

Spencer leaned back, his expression softening as he glanced across the room to where you were chatting with Rossi about a book you’d both recently read. “Different doesn’t mean wrong. We might not fit into the conventional mold, but we understand each other. That’s more than enough for me.”

JJ smiled faintly, a glimmer of understanding in her eyes. “Fair enough.”

As the evening wore on, the team began to see it—how you instinctively leaned closer when Spencer rambled, grounding him with a single touch. How he adjusted his pace to match yours, always attuned to your needs. And how, despite their initial doubts, it was clear that you and Spencer had created a language all your own.

In the quiet moments, you and Spencer didn’t need words. The world didn’t have to understand your connection, because the two of you had already found something far more valuable—a love that fit, in all its imperfect perfection.

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xo-hoon · 6 months ago

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masterlist — xo-hoon

p.sh

– Club Nights (3.1k)

You just wanted to unwind after studying hard for your upcoming exams. little did you expect that your quest for relaxation turned into an electrifying connection that left you pleasantly surprised.

– 25 Days Later (43k) — part 1, part 2

For Park Sunghoon, relationships should remain uncomplicated. With life already filled with complexities, he believes that dating should only last for twenty-five days—just enough time to enjoy each other's company before parting ways. And there’s Yoon Y/n, who was driven by her curiosity rather than romance, finds herself intrigued by Sunghoon's unconventional plan, prompting her to join him for these twenty-five days. Yet, beneath their playful interactions, an unpredictable tension hints that things may not be as simple as they appear.

– Eye for an Eye (19k) — masterlist

Sunghoon nurtured a profound animosity towards his childhood friend, Lee Heeseung, blaming him for his sister's death. To Sunghoon, his sister was the only person who had genuinely loved him, making Heeseung's perceived betrayal unforgivable. This deep resentment sparked an intense desire for revenge, driving Sunghoon to extreme measures to achieve it. But to what extent would he go to find satisfaction in his vengeance against Lee Heeseung? Would his plans unfold smoothly, or would everything take an unexpected turn, throwing his schemes into something he didn’t expect.

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cr-aspec-fest · 4 months ago

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CR Aspec Fest - Info & FAQs!

The Critical Role Aspec Fest is a month-long fanwork fest (with a prompt for each week) celebrating aromantic-spectrum and asexual-spectrum experiences!

Schedule and Prompts

WEEK 1 (Feb 1st-7th): Aro-spec

WEEK 2 (Feb 8th-14th): Ace-spec

WEEK 3 (Feb 15th-21st): Unconventional relationships

WEEK 4 (Feb 22nd-28th): Free week! Whatever your heart desires.

FAQs

(if something isn't answered here, please feel free to send an ask or message!)

Can I make something about a character being demisexual or demiromantic or (insert other label)? Can I make something about a character who's straight?

Absolutely - please do! Aspec is a very broad umbrella term, and this event is all about celebrating a variety of experiences that aren't well-represented in media. If it feels right to you, go for it. I'm not going to exclude any works from the fest just because they aren't relatable to me.

What types of fanworks can I make for the fest?

Anything! Be that fanfiction, fanart, meta, gifsets, edits etc. - everything is welcome! If you're writing fanfiction, you're encouraged to post to the AO3 collection here.

Which Critical Role characters can I make fanworks about?

Do I have to make a fanwork for every week to take part?

Nope! The more the merrier, but we're doing this for fun, not to stress!

Anyone in anything they've streamed - so the main campaigns, EXUs, Candela Obscura, Daggerheart or other oneshots!

Do I need to be aspec to join?

Definitely not, as long as you're coming in with the mindset of being respectful of our experiences. For one, I'm aromantic but not ace-spec - so making works about ace-spec experiences is naturally going to be more difficult for me, but entirely doable with a little bit of research! I think it's a great way to learn about others.

Why February? Why a whole month?

Yes, there are plenty of aspec weeks hosted in other fandoms, which are great and the inspiration for this event! But personally, I am both slow and busy, so making just one thing per week is much more achievable for me. I chose February because Aromantic Awareness Week is the week after Valentine's day, and this fest was originally going to take place during that time. I'm also unaware of any other fandom events happening in February (although please let me know otherwise, just for my own interest!). The fact that February splits so nicely into 4 whole weeks is an added bonus!

Edit: There is another CR fandom event this month - @vexlethuary!

Would you like people to share around the existence of this fest?

(Okay, maybe this one's a bit of a cheat.) Yes please! Even if you don't plan on taking part, getting eyes on the existence of this event would be wonderful. This is the first fandom event I've ever hosted, and I don't have a huge platform among fic writers, who are likely the largest contingent of nerds (lovingly) who'd be interested in taking part in an event like this.

Other Rules

Please don't bash any ships or headcanons you don't like! Part of the fun of fandom is seeing the broad range of possible interpretations, and I'd always rather foster a sense of community rather than opposition.

Suggestive, NSFW and whump content is fully allowed, but must be tagged correctly for whatever platform you're posting on. When reblogging suggestive or NSFW content, I'll use the tag #CRAspecFestNSFW, so filter that if you'd like.

Fanworks should be focused on aspec experiences or characters, but other topics or characters can totally be included, and these experiences don't have to be super clear or well-labelled in-text (gods know that real-life experiences are often opaque and confusing) - it's your intention that matters. This is up to your discretion, really. As with the rule of thumb for AO3 tagging - if someone was viewing this for aspec content, would they be disappointed? If so, you can always rework it, or post it outside of this fest.

Please consider adding alt text to any images you post - here's a useful guide if you're not sure what to write.

This account will be reblogging every fanwork made for the fest - just remember to tag us, and use the #CRAspecFest tag! If you don't have a tumblr account and want a post about your work to be included, send a message.

There'll be more posts on this account with ideas for how to approach the prompts, plus reminders at the start of each week, tagged #CRAspecFestPosts. All submission reblogs will be tagged #CRAspecFestWorks (and #CRAspecFestNSFW if applicable).

#CRAspecFestPosts #critical role #fandom event #critical role fanfiction #critical role fanart

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mcyt-aro-week · 1 year ago

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Welcome to MCYT Aro Week!

What's that? MCYT Aro Week is a week to celebrate aromanticism in the Minecraft YouTube fandom! We noticed there wasn't a lot of hype for aro CCs, characters or headcanons, so we want to celebrate them! As with most appreciation weeks, you can create any kind of art (including writing, music, webweaves, playlists, anything really!) inspired by the prompts!

How will it work? The event will have two prompts per day, and participants can choose between them or combine them! During the week of the event, please tag our blog and use the #mcyt aro week tag on your post, and we'll reblog your creations! The event will run for a week, with different prompts assigned to each day, but if you need to post your creations late that's okay too! We'll reblog creations for the event for at least a week after the event ends, so that all late submissions still get to be featured!

Who's running it? This event is run by 4 mods:

Mod Rain (they/them) - @stardustanddaffodils

Mod Khads (she/it) - @exile-arc

Mod Pixie (she/they) - @severevoiddragon

Mod Vwoop (they/it/ey/vwoop) - @ranvwoop

Okay, when is it? 21st February-2nd March!

How can I be included? Create something that is MCYT-related and aromantic, then @ this blog and use the tag #mcyt aro week!! Although the event runs during specific weeks, if you have late work or something you want to share, tag us and we'll share it if we see it!!

What are the prompts?

Feb 21: Aro joy / Magic / Found family

Feb 22: QPR / Wedding / Pets

Feb 23: ___ to Friends / Adventure / Baking

Feb 24: Loveless / Acceptance / Flowers

Feb 25: Solidarity / Spectrum / Battle

Feb 26: Coming out / AU / Space

Feb 27: Aplatonic / Hobbies / Trope Subversion

Feb 28: Unconvetional Relationships / Community / Celebration

March 1-2: Free choice / Catch-up day

FAQ & Previous Events under the cut!

October 6 - October 12 2024

October 6: QPR / Celebration

October 7: Acceptance / Battle

October 8: ___ to Friends / Pets

October 9: Aplatonic / Space

October 10: Flowers / Wedding

October 11: Community / Magic

October 12 & 13: Halloween / Free Choice

March 11 - March 17 2024

March 11: Unconventional relationships / Trope subversion

March 12: Loveless / AU

March 13: Solidarity / Hobbies

March 14: Aro joy / Adventure

March 15: Spectrum / Baking

March 16: Coming out / Found family

March 17: Aromantic (free day!!)

FAQ

"Can I do headcanons?" Absolutely!

"What is aromanticism?" Aromantic means you do not feel romantic attraction to others, but it's a wide spectrum ranging from absolutely no attraction, to little, or anything in between!

"Can I do asexual instead?" We're prefer you not to. You're welcome to do aroace (aromantic asexual) characters, as this still includes aromantic, but we'd prefer not to swap to asexual, as they are two separate identities!

"How about NSFW stuff?" We'd prefer not, but since we can't stop you, we simply won't reblog any NSFW art!

Do I need to create for all the days? Nope! However much you want to or are able to participate is perfectly fine!

"What counts as aromantic?" Whatever you want! Any portrayal is great!

More questions to come!

#mcyt aro week #mod rain #mod khads #mod pixie #mod vwoop #hermitcraft #hermitcraft smp #qsmp #dsmp #pirates smp #empires smp #rats smp #outsiders smp #lifesteal smp #aromantic #mcyt #aro #aro pride #arospec

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kafkasmeow · 10 months ago

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GI. ꗃ For the Tsaritsa (I)

part 1 part 2 part 3 etc

3.1 k words ─ reaction! ─ wriothesley x reader ─ second pov! reader ─ angst and fluff ─ reader wears heels and a corset but that’s it ─ cryo / dendro ─ i usually don’t write toxic relationships but it made sense this time around

summary ─ their reaction to their partner being a fatui harbinger - including diluc, zhongli, xiao, kazuha, wriothesley ─ reaction, headcanon ─ vision and delusion wielder reader ─ use of unconventional weapons ─ gn reader (with small hiccups in editing)

disclaimer ─ this is a reaction headcanon, with strong mentions of death, injuries, blood and violence and profanities. some of the fics do not have happy endings and the reader is depicted as a villain, unreliable and is not meant to be liked. some of the imagines can be brutal, caution is adviced.

wriothesley

You and the fortress’ warden had met trough simple ways, much like he meets any other person that arrives there. As an inmate.

You arrived early one morning, dried blood still on your cheeks and clothes, with a dead stare in your eyes, one he knew far too well. Your presence alone prompted rumours over rumours, inmates fighting to get a glance as the guards paraded you trough the halls on your journey to your cell, and the shouts coaxed Wriothesley out of his study with a sleep-drunk expression on his face.

“Serial killer.” The guards explained quickly when he got close enough to see what the attraction was. “The Chief Justice didn’t even wish to have a trial. Sentenced to life the second he saw them.” But no one knew any more information to help him out, and while he rarely searched for reason in the Fortress of Meropide, he itched for answers.

He watched you carefully that day, as you were guided forward by the most skilled guards, with chains on your hands and head pushed down, as if your gaze alone would be deadly. You were barely any taller than half of him, standing on week knees that trembled with every step you took, and if it wasn’t for your dead eyes or the blood all over you, he would have wondered if you were really capable of harm.

No one wanted to talk more about the situation behind your imprisonment, at least not for long. They all gritted their teeth and shook their heads when he asked, like even thinking about you would be a death sentence to them, and when he summoned for all records of your actions, he found only a bunch of redacted documents. All he could gather, trough bits and pieces, is that your presence here needed to be kept under wraps for a reason or another, and the scene the police stumbled upon your arrest.

“It was a bloodbath, your grace.” Clorinde told him once as she came to him for an errand from the Iudex. She seemed off, even her emotionless eyes were filled with some degree of fear in them. “I’m no stranger to death but this,” She cleared her throat and chose to cut their chat short, settling on a warning. Something smelled fishy, he would conclude, but this was not his first rodeo with difficult cases, and yours didn’t take long to crack.

“Keep an eye on them.” And he did, but perhaps not in a way she would approve of. Wriothesley found himself colliding with you every single step he took outside of his study then on, and never under intentional circumstances.

The first time it happened, you were simply eating at the canteen when chaos broke loose. He had barely exited his office, just in time to see one of the inmates throw his plate at you in challenge. “You filthy rat! How dare you-” The warden watched bewildered as guards jumped from their place, taking the man away and you simply sat there, like nothing happened. Food dripped down your clothes and face, but you simply brought your spoon to your mouth and ate quietly without complaining. All the while dark and hostile eyes watched you from every corner of the hall, and your own where chaining Wriothesley’s feet to the ground he stood on with something akin fear.

The second time you met was in the infirmary. Sigewinne had your bloody knuckles in her tiny hands with bandages cradled in her lap and alcohol stained cotton agains your open cuts. The first thing Wriothesley noticed then was the bruised corner of your lips, your bleeding nose and the open cuts on your cheeks. His heart stopped beating for a second, a disbelieving puff leaving his nose. You were so much trouble already, just by your existence in his prison, and now you were causing problems yourself?

His nurse, however, had pity in her eyes. She tutted. “I can’t stand having to bandage you up every single day. They keep trying to snuff them up, your grace! This poor soul.” She protested, and that was the first time he ever heard your voice. “It’s quite alright, miss.” Your face stayed cold, but there was kindness in your eyes, and your voice was far softer than he thought it’d be. And he couldn’t help but sit with the two of you, pushing Sigewinne’s buttons until he had every single name of the ones that tried to “snuff” you out.

It was much later that he found out what had happened exactly, and why people were so, so hostile towards you. After a couple of weeks of sitting with you and Sigewinne in the infirmary, he couldn’t handle the stress any longer.

Wriothesley had you sitting in his office with a calming rose tea settled on the table in front. The sweet smell made your shoulders ease and you begun wondering if he would have really done so much for you if you were called in for some troubles you caused. His soft eyes, however, reassured you, and you took the delicate mug to your lips. Wriothesley didn’t say much afterwards. He simply called you in the morning and had you sit with him, giving you a book to read or a pile of paper to sort trough, and never talked to you a word more. He was protecting you, you realised. From the other prisoners, who were still hungry for blood, even as you left your chamber straight thing in the morning and returned late night.

Little did the ice duke know, it was the inmates he was doing a favour to.

With each day passing, more and more eyes stared you down. More and more rumours surfaced. More and more and more and more and you were suffocating upon their vicious presences, fingers itching for something you could not allow yourself to give into.

“Do you have a family out there?” The warden asked all of a sudden one day. You snapped from your trance, a soft “huh?” Getting past your lips. “Do you have a family on the surface? I don’t know, a lover? Parents? Someone?” Your fingers tightened on the book you were skimming and gave him a weak nod after weighting your words. “I have a red fox with a clipped tail. He usually bares his teeth when he sees me, or any other pet around my home. And a Black Widow,” Wriothesley gave you an unsure stare, and his curiosity coaxed you to speak again. “That counts as family, does it not?”

Question over question followed the days following. Favourite place in Fontaine? Favourite book? At first it was trivial questions, easy for you to mumble one worded answers, until they were not, and you found you didn’t wish to speak one word at a time any longer. His presence became comforting, and after work, you’d come straight to his office to share the latest idea you thought of. He would sit down and listen, laugh and smile to you, and for once, you didn’t feel the weight of your duty crush your shoulders any longer. So how could you not crack when his fingers reached for a loose strand of your hair and how could he not let his ice-cold palm rest against your burning skin.

“What happened to you?” He asked softly. “How did you get here?” And how could you not indulge him.

Pulling away, you sat in the couch next to him, and he placed his coat over your shoulders as you brought a freshly brewed tea cup in your lap. “I was part of a sick joke.” You muttered trough gritted teeth and tightly pressed lips. To your surprise, he didn’t notice the way your reflection did the complete opposite in the shaky tea surface, smiling like an expecting devil. So you told him pretty lies, weaved together by a fraying string of truth. You couldn’t tell him that you killed a whole ballroom of nobles at the command of a frigid queen, so you told him you were part of the goods they were betting on. You couldn’t tell him that you were doing it for your own selfish reasons, especially as you watched your siblings bleed to death, so you told him you snapped in anger when an old man called you his personal toy. Lies and lies until his eyes were wide in horror and hands trembling on anger. You forced tears to run down your cheeks, and abstained from smiling when he brought you in a shaky hug. You had him under your fingertips, and the praise you’d receive when returning home with his head on a pedestal made your toes curl.

But something changed. You never felt guilty for lying and twisting people to your own pleasures but somehow, when you looked into Wriothesley’s eyes and he watched back with such a sweet stare, your knees would shake with shame. He lived trough this, you realised in horror. He lived your story once before, and your shame would deepen the more he opened up to you. Each moment when his longing kisses would caress your cheeks, a piece of you lost itself into a puddle of unfamiliar guilt.

You knew the little love you built on a foundation of lies would crumble soon. You had a bargain with a certain mistress, and her patience was thinning as seconds passed.

Then that day came, not that long after the chaos wrecked by a certain red fox with a clipped tail and three little rascals you had no name for. He told you specifically not to come to his chambers at that time. He had a guest, someone dangerous, and he wished to keep you away from their grasps. Little did you know, her presence was there for none other than yourself. You ran out of time, and now you had no way of ever coming clean to him.

The room around him felt suffocating, as though it was closing in and getting smaller and smaller until he couldn’t handle the claustrophobic sensation anymore. Wriothesley tugged at his tie, clearing his throat with an awkward pang in his voice. He sat at his desk, a place he usually associated with comfort. Under any usual circumstances, it would be comforting, really. A mellow feeling would settle in his chest at the though of afternoon tea with a plume in his hands, paperwork in piles at his desk. He couldn’t help it, the routine comforted him more than anything, almost more than your sweet voice did.

Across from him, with her hands on her crossed knees, was Father herself. She sat with her back straight, like a noble who grew with manners rooted into her very being. She knew something he didn’t, her very presence in his office proving as such, yet eyes reminded him of the status he would never have, of the scum his very being meant to her, and he couldn’t stand it. He sighed, trying to mirror her indifference and his nails dug crescent shapes into his palms, knuckles white against the seat’s armrests.

“I deeply apologise for the inconvenience my children have caused you.” Father finally spoke, feigning a deeply annoyed expression. Her fingers massaged the bridge of her nose, and she rolled her shoulders. Wriothesley wished to scoff, answer that “inconvenience” was a small word for the chaos that her “children” brought upon the poor warden, but he only nodded deeply. “But that is not all there is, is it?” He chimed in. She only nodded.

“As much as I quite enjoy idle chatting, there is a request I have to you.” How arrogant, he thought to himself. First they use his fortress as a hub for their shady plans, and now they want a favour. He had it in himself to refuse without even hearing her out, but his lips pressed against each other in curiosity.

“Is it about that ginger harbinger of yours?” At his words, her eyebrows raised, only for a second, and before he could take pride in her confusion, her face was back to the same unreadable expression. “No, not quite. I am not very interested in the business of my fellow harbingers, you see.” She let her elbow rest on her knee, and her chin in her palm. Her stare was unchanging. “Usually.” She added suddenly.

Unbeknownst to the warden, at the very same moment he was serving tea with his guest, you were being helped into thick furs and expensive silks by one of Arlecchino’s children. The cat girl remained quiet as she laced your corset and draped the fur coat around your shoulders. An uniform that grew unfamiliar to you with the months you’ve spent in cheap jail clothing.

“Then, if it’s not about the ginger, what are you here for, Father?” Wriothesley pressed harder, his annoyance beginning to reflect in the way he spoke. The woman smiled and nodded her head before she spoke again, a new fire burning in her eyes. “You see, I made a bargain with one of my colleagues. Naturally, when they failed to show up with their payment, I began to fret.” He listened, unsure of how her story tied to the fortress or him at all. The man puffed. “Imagine my surprise when I found out they’d been arrested and sent to the most guarded jail in all of Teyvat!” The Father’s hands flew, palms upwards as if she demanded answers from him, and he stilled at her words.

Your heels clicked agains the floor of the fortress, and you felt their eyes prickle at your back just like they did your first day here. Lynette and Lyney followed behind you with confidence in each of their step, like they lived for the attention, and you felt your body slip back into old habits as you walk straighter, taller, prouder.

Back in the office, Wriothesley pushed himself up from his desk and took cautious steps to the sofa, where you’d always seat with a pleasant smile on your lips. “And pray tell, who really is this colleague of yours?” Arlecchino only shrugged. “They should be joining us soon, really soon.” And the second her threatening words left her lips, the copper door to his chambers twisted.

No one spoke as a dangerous clicking of heels took to the stairs, followed by the much softer steps of the two children. When you reached the study, you were met with the sturdy back of your so called lover, and the bemused face of Father, who barked a laugh when you nodded your head her way. “You look pathetic. Like you haven’t seen sun in months.” The warden didn’t dare turn around, already feeling the edge of betrayal, a blade that danced around his neck right in this moment. But you refused to cower before someone like Arlecchino, ranked underneath you yet cocky enough to mock you.

“Because I have not.” You said dangerously, and the man between you two snapped his head back to look at you with wild eyes. He took you in with fury and disbelief in his gaze, watching how your expensive clothes hugged your body and how the traditional Snezhnayan accessories fit you, like they were part of your very existence. He couldn’t take his eyes off you, even as Arlecchino threw you a jewel he refuse to acknowledge the very existence of. Wriothesley searched for your eyes, hoping for you to half turn around and act as though you had no idea what was happening, but you stood tall and braved his gaze back. As though you never shared any kisses, any nights or any ‘I love you’s with him.

You carefully pinned the cryo delusion next to the dendro vision on your coat’s collar, and it fell in place as though it was always meant to stay there, like a piece of the puzzle that was you had finally snapped into place, and he saw the truth he knew crumble before his own grasps. “Let me properly introduce myself, then.” You spoke to your lover. “My name is [Y/n], the Third Harbinger under her majesty, the Tsaritsa. I would say it has been a pleasure to stay in the Fortress of Meropide, but I’m afraid I would lie.”

To say he was betrayed was an understatement. Wriothesley would hate you before you even told him the whole truth, and he would wait for no answers before trying to take you down himself.

He would fail, of course, and once his face would meet the cold floor, he would break with silent tears. In the same time, the poison you slipped in his goblet the day before would begin to kick in. It was not enough to kill him, you assured, just enough to make him sleepy. It would keep him obedient for the travels, after all, he was your newest pet. Before he could make out what your words even meant, his eyes would close and he would find himself in a deep slumber.

Arlecchino took payment in favours, you learned, drawing patterns between her previous bargains and the one she would strike with you that day in the Duke’s study. But you couldn’t complain, not even when she left you to deal with a prison full of violent inmates. “Don’t kill them all.” She called while taking her children and leaving you alone in the study.

When Wriothesley opened up his eyes, he was no longer in his chambers, but under thick layers of fur, and when his eyes gazed upon the window next to the bed he laid in, in horror, he realised he was no longer in Fontaine either.

It would take you a long time to convince him to even listen to your explanation, but he never attempted to leave your side when he followed you from Snezhnaya to Fontaine and back. Not even when he simply refused to speak to you all together. The Tsaritsa would laugh with a full chest at how foolish his love for you was, and you couldn’t help but agree.

But he stayed. No matter how mad, he stayed by your side. And when you’d come back drained in blood and death, he would simply take your fur mantle off and kiss your skin as he’d rid you of your guilt.

In the end, he’d never really trust you again like before, but you were willing to sit by his side and learn to love him truly, safe to say more than an owner would love a guard dog, while he would learn to trust you again. He’d forgive you, but never forget the betrayal.

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mcyt-aspec-week · 11 months ago

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And the Prompts are in!

Each day you can use as many or as little prompts as you like!

Day 1: Queerplatonic - Rings - Zombie Apocalypse Au

Day 2: Companions/Relationships - Ambiguity/Gender Nonconforming - Royalty/Knights Au

Day3: Self Discovery - Card Games/Ace up your sleeve - Hugs

Day 4: Aroallo/Alloace - Flowers - Archery

Day 5: Pride Flags/Colours - Dragons - Stargazing/Sunsets

Day 6: Unconventional - Magic - Sick Day

Day 7: Denial - Community - Everyday Task

Bonus Prompts: Sleep - Knives - Aplatonic - Aspec Hallmarks - Sensuality - Conversation - Baking

(Some of the runner ups have been designated as bonus prompts- this means if on any of the days you aren’t feeling any of the prompts you can use some of these instead! After all, the purpose of this event is to spark creativity and honour the aspec community!)

#mcyt aspec week #mcytblr #mcytumblr #qsmp #sos smp #traffic smp #hermitcraft #empires smp

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inevitably-johnlocked · 4 months ago

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Five Fics Friday: December 13/24

Happy Friday the 13th everyone! Let's get into the long weekend with five more fics that have been put on my radar this week! I hope you have a gay old time!! :D

RECENT MFLs

A Magical Holiday by PipMer (T, 1,107+ w., 1/2 Ch. || WiP || Established Relationship, Fluff, POV Sherlock, Johnlock on Holiday, Magical Realism, Christmas) – He had wanted to wait until after the new year, but it seemed that John needed some kind of pick me up to get him through his first Rosie-less Christmas. Maybe a get-away was just the thing. Not an exotic, far-away place, but just far enough removed to escape the melancholy and focus on fresh surroundings. And he could kill two birds with one stone in the process. Yes. Good. He would do this.

Every Song Reminds Me of You by ChrisCalledMeSweetie (G, 1,157 w., 1 Ch. || Fluff, Humour, John's an Idiot, Posh Sherlock) – Music hath charms to help John acknowledge his feelings for Sherlock.

Polychromatic Wrapping by Lock_John_Silver (M, 6,187+ w., 12/31 Ch. || WiP || Alternating POV, Established Relationship, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Childhood Memories, Domestic Fluff, Tumblr Prompts, Kissing, Minor Illnesses, Sherlock's Mind Palace, Christmas Presents, Rimming, John's Red Pants, Grumpy John, Cooking, Family, Hurt/Comfort, Traditions, Caring Sherlock, John in a Kilt, New Year's Kiss, Celebrations, Travelling, Switzerland, Blow Jobs, Alcohol, Making Up) – Sherlock tells John about a challenge he and Mycroft participated in when they were children, initiated by their mathematician mother. (NOTE!! WiP updating daily in December 2024)

Looking Up by StarlightAndFireflies (T, 11,704+ w., 3/4 Ch. || WiP || Alternate First Meeting / Neighbours AU || Single Father John, Domesticity, Falling in Love, Mental Health Issues, Crime Fighting, Romance, Hurt/Comfort, Mild Sexual Content) – When John Watson, single father to toddler Rosie, finds a cheap flat for rent in central London, he's sure there must be a catch. He can't afford to be picky, though, and so he moves in... only to discover that his upstairs neighbor is far more unconventional than he bargained for. But this strange man might just be the fresh start John needs. AU in which Sherlock and John meet when John moves into 221c.

Murder in Sussex Trilogy by ChrisCalledMeSweetie (T, 78,331 w. across 3 works || 1920s AU, Case Fics, Surprise Ending, Alternating POVs, Humour) – Can you follow the clues to deduce whodunnit?

#johnlock fic recs #five fics friday #my fic recs

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skarsjoy · 4 months ago

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Happy New Year! So far, these are the three things I am aware of for Alexander Skarsgård (although he always full of surprises).

📗JANUARY 7, 2025 - I haven’t seen any announcements on this, but the publisher (Penguin) and Amazon have Alex doing the narration for an audio book by Hernan Diaz called “In the Distance.” The narration is in English and takes 10 1/2 hours.

Description from his website: A young Swedish immigrant finds himself penniless and alone in California. The boy travels east in search of his brother, moving on foot against the great current of emigrants pushing west. Driven back again and again, he meets naturalists, criminals, religious fanatics, swindlers, Indians, and lawmen, and his exploits turn him into a legend. Díaz defies the conventions of historical fiction and genre, offering a probing look at the stereotypes that populate our past and a portrait of radical foreignness.

✨ ETA, thanks to 4sweet_shug on threads for letting me know that Spotify has a free 5-minute sample of Alex narrating the book!

✨✨ A 2nd sampling of Alex narrating In the Distance can be found here.

📺 JUNE 3, 2025 (?) - MURDERBOT - I have not seen an official announcement on the date, but JustWatch has a June 3rd start on AppleTV. Based on the books by Martha Wells. It was directed and written by Chris and Paul Weitz for the screen.

Description from IMDb: A security android struggles with emotions and free will while balancing dangerous missions and desire for isolation, evading detection of its self-hacking as it finds its place.

Alex plays Murderbot and also stars David Dasmalchian (Late Night With the Devil, Oppenheimer).

🎥 (date unknown) PILLION - No release date yet, but Alex filmed this last summer. It is based on the book “Box Hill” by Adam Mars-Jones and was directed and written for the screen by Harry Lighton.

Description from IMDb: Colin, a timid man, meets Ray, a confident biker gang leader, who initiates him into a submissive relationship, challenging Colin's mundane existence and prompting personal growth through their unconventional dynamic.

Alex plays Ray and Harry Melling plays Colin. It will be released by A24 in the US and Picturehouse Entertainment t in the UK.

✨ If anything else comes up, I will be happy to share the news.

#alexander skarsgard #alexander skarsgård #Murderbot #In the Distance #Pillion

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fogwitchoftheevermore · 1 year ago

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@mcyt-aro-week days 1 and 2 because i missed yesterday.

prompts: unconventional relationships / trope subversion, loveless / AU (blaseball au)

(remaining post under the cut)

"God, at this rate I'm never saving anyone's life ever again," Gem sighs as she puts her phone on Do Not Disturb.

"What do you mean?" False asks.

They're at a coffee shop in Houston. The Sunbeams had just finished a series with the Spies and were going home that night, while the Mechanics started a series with them tomorrow. False had decided to arrive a day early so her and Gem could do this, and after the terrible games both of their teams had had, False was particularly thankful for it.

Generally, she was thankful for Gem. About two weeks prior, False had been pitching a game in the Hellmouth, and the umpire had gone rogue. It was the ump at home plate, and it had been making a beeline for her when Gem had come sprinting out of her dugout and pushed False out of the way with more force than she'd expected the woman to hold. Gem had then tackled the umpire to the ground, taking the flames herself until they burnt out and could be safely removed from the field. Gem had barely seemed phased after the fact, just shook the dust off her uniform and walked back to the dugout. It was about as terrifying as it was impressive, and when Gem hit the game winning run off her at her next at bat, False couldn't find it in herself to be anything but impressed.

"My twitter mentions are blowing up, I think some fan or paparazzi saw us here and assumed we were on a date." Gem rolls her eyes and takes a long sip of her tea.

False can't help the snicker that comes out at Gem's words, but Gem doesn't seem particularly amused. "Wait, seriously?"

"Yup, this happens to me all the time," Gem says. "Everyone's got this image of us Fire Eaters being like, knights in shining armor, so every time I save somebody's life I have to deal with the internet being literally unusable for a few weeks if I want to avoid speculation about my relationships. Oh, and that's all the press will want to talk to me about after my games."

"Oh," False says, taking a long sip of her tea. She doesn't make much of a habit of looking at social media, and she has suddenly never been more grateful. "And this happens every time?"

"Every time! It's like they're trying to dissuade us from actually doing it or something. I'm not gonna stop, but like, sometimes I really want to. Can't they just ask me about the actual game one of these days?"

False lets the table fall quiet for a moment. She's thinking. For her entire career, she'd been a notoriously private person, both in her personal life and to the public. She'd been working on the personal life part for a long time, at the behest of her therapist, and she likes to think she's made some improvements. As for the public sphere, well, they weren't entitled to know anything about her. But- False takes a look at Gem, who's eyes are quickly flitting around the shop, like she's keeping an eye out for any cameras or fans looking too long in their direction. Maybe just this one thing...

"I think I might have an idea."

#empires smp #falsesymmetry #geminitay #mcyt blaseball au #mcyt aro week #id in alt #i put far too much work into these fake tweets for no real reason #but theyre funny to me so #i was originally gonna tell the whole story in tweets with it culminating in someone seeing false at pride w/ an aro ace flag cape #but then i got. lazy #if you see any mistakes in these tweets NO YOU DONT i am not fixing them #my writing #my art

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antimony-medusa · 4 months ago

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New Job Posted by [Crowfather]!

New Job Posted by [Crowfather]! Rain Shield over Ranboo and Aimsey’s Home. Our ender neighbours are allergic to the rain. I will generously pay someone to construct a glass shield over their house and a two-chunk radius around it (do NOT continue the shield in such a way that it covers any part of the lake). This job takes 22,464 blocks of glass (provided), and pays three emerald blocks (shiny). Claimed by: Bekyamon [PAID] OR: The Crowfather has some tasks he wants people to do.

Status: 1/1 chapters, updated 25 December, 1,980 words

Fandom: Origins SMP

Rating: Teen

Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Characters: Brendan Thro | Sneegsnag, Crowfather (Origins SMP), Phil Watson | Philza

Relationships: Brendan Thro | Sneegsnag & Phil Watson | Philza, Origins SMP Ensemble & Phil Watson | Philza

Tags: Zine: Unconventional Format, chatfic, Grief/Mourning, Bromance, Or read it as romance if you wish, Loyalty, the fucking spider spawner (origins smp), Comedy, Phil Watson | Philza-centric

And the OTHER thing I wrote for Yuletide— so Yuletide is an exchange with like 1200 people in it, and every year as we get closer and closer to the deadline they post emergency pinch hits as like, someone having posted a placeholder is discovered, a fic is deleted, someone with an extension doesn't make it— etc. And every year I go oh man! Someone's gotta write a story in a day! Good luck! One year I saw someone turn around a pinch-hit with an eight-hour deadline. But every year they do it, and the exchange opens on time, and everyone gets their present on the 25th. And then this year an emergency pinch hit posted with a day to go, and it was Origins SMP and I went oh wait. Oh man. Can I write a full fic really fast. I've trained for this in 48 hour exchange. Come on, no gods no masters, write a good fic Very Fast.

So this is the result! The prompt was Unconventional Formats, Hybrid headcanons and hybrid issues in MCYT stories, and Phil-Centric, and I thought of Phil's crow father lore that he never got the chance to do. And I sat down with my 24 hours of deadline, went "the whole exchange has to be held if you don't get this done" and then I wrote it in six hours and then went to collapse. And it was the last emergency pinch hit that posted before the exchange went up! So I saw yuletide post with an especial eheheheh I helped sort of emotion. And I'm pretty proud of the result! I hope you enjoy!

#my writing #origins smp #philza #sneegsnag

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shipmistress9 · 2 years ago

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ShipMistress' Fourth Wing Masterpost

Find my other fanfictions here or on AO3.

If you end up reading any of my (older) fics: I’d LOVE to get feedback, comments, reviews, reactions. 💜

* Updates

Home (AO3)

Xaden/Violet -- t-rated

After months of separation, Violet and Xaden meet again when they least expect it. Just a short ficlet based on a kissing prompt from Tumblr.

In Control (AO3)

Xaden/Violet -- E-rated -- D/s dynamics

“Don’t lie to me, Violence,” he murmurs as he tugs a strand of hair back into my loose braid. “This only works if you’re completely honest about how you feel, with me but also with yourself.” Once, Xaden didn't want Violet to take a look into his armoire, and she joked that she already knew all of his clothes. Little did she know about what he really kept hidden there. Further down their relationship, Xaden eventually shows her his collection of sex toys and bondage gear, and Violet is more than just a little intrigued. But... she brave enough to give up control?

“I don’t want to think.” (AO3)

Xaden/Violet -- E-rated

In the days after the events of Fourth Wing, Xaden suffers an intense kind of longing he never knew before as Violet refuses to talk to him. But as it seems, she can't stay away from him forever, either.

A Soft Reunion (AO3)

Xaden/Violet -- E-rated

After spending months infiltrating Basgiath, Violet returns to Aretia, to Xaden, only to find that he's been attacked by venin and has been unconscious for days.

Kinktober collection

Not Playing Fair (AO3)

Xaden/Violet -- E-rated

Xaden uses his shadow powers to tease Violet until neither of them can resist the temptation anymore.

Leather-clad Temptation (AO3)

Xaden/Violet -- E-rated

One day, Violet Sorrengail will be the death of me. But maybe, if death comes in thigh-high boots then it might not be such a bad thing.

Little Kitten (AO3)

Xaden/Violet -- E-rated

Sometimes, Violet needs her head to stop thinking and stop going in circles. Luckily, Xaden provided her with just the perfect way to accomplish that.

Part of our "Us" (AO3) (Tumblr)

Violet/Liam/Xaden -- E-rated

“Look, Liam. Obviously, I’m not here as your Wingleader. This is not an order. It’s not even a request. It’s an offer and nothing more. If you’re interested, great. If not, no hard feelings. It’s entirely up to you.” Yeah, right. I scoff. As if he can invite me to a fucking threesome and think it wouldn’t change anything between us. Back when living in Tirvainne, Xaden and Liam were closer than anyone knows or even guesses. Now at Basgiath, Liam isn't sure what to expect when Xaden invites him to a threesome with Violet. It's not that much different from what they used to do--except maybe that Liam's feelings for both of them grew far beyond friendship by now. In which Liam slowly learns to overcome his insecurities--and maybe finds more than just hot sex.

Stranger In The Woods (AO3) (Tumblr)

Xaden/Violet - E-rated

What if Tyrrendor's rebellion was successful? What if Xaden became a Gryphon flier instead of a Dragon rider? What if the bond that tethered Violet and him together still existed? Sometimes, the attraction one feels toward a stranger-an enemy even-can be too strong to resist. Or... is it all just a game?

An Unconventional Solution (AO3)

Violet/Tairn - E-rated

To keep her promise to Liam, Violet has to return to Basgiath, the one place Xaden, marked as a traitor and enemy #1, can't follow. But how can they pull that off without straining the bonds between them and their dragons? Tairn offers a solution--albeit a rather unconventional one...

How To Make It Fit (AO3) (Tumblr)

Violet/Liam/Xaden - E-rated

Continuation of Part of our "Us". Liam followed Xaden's and Violet's invitation to join them for a threesome. He's not so sure Violet can actually take both his and Xaden's cock at the same time, but if it's what she wants... He surely won't go and tell her what she can or can't do.

Intense (AO3)

Xaden/Violet - E-rated - Rape/Non-con elements /cnc

Violet wants to try something new, and even though Xaden is hesitant, he agrees… In the dark of the night, Violet gets kidnapped by a masked stranger, drugged, and brought to an unused storage cellar. Will she be able to hold out until rescue comes or will he break her having his way with her?

Teasing With Serious Consequences (AO3) (Tumblr)

Xaden/Violer - E-rated

Violet is set on getting Xaden to fuck her, no matter how much she has to tease him before he snaps.

Making Up For Missed Opportunities (AO3) (Tumblr)

Xaden/Liam - E-rated

After the night Liam spent with Xaden and Violet, he wonders whether he'd enjoy getting Dominated by Xaden, too. Xaden promises him nothing short of the best orgasm of his life.

An Entertaining Inconvenience (AO3) (Tumblr)

Xaden/Violet - E-rated

When a leadership meeting interrupts Xaden and Violet in the middle of their fun, Violet comes up with a creative idea to make the best of the situation. And the best it is, insane, daring, and just... incredibly hot. Xaden learns a new thing or two. One, a few new tricks he can do with his shadows, and two, how much unresolved tension he can take before he cracks.

Easing Tension And Worries (AO3) (Tumblr)

Violet/Liam - E-rated

After the night they spent together as three and the one Liam spent with Xaden, the sexual tension between Liam and Violet grows stronger with every day. Something has to give, and soon. But will he finally be able to accept that they want him for more than just sex?

Serious Consequences (AO3) (Tumblr)

Violet/Xaden - E-rated

This is the continuation of "Teasing With Serious Consequences" (obviously, haha, I think I'm being funny 😁). After teasing Xaden all day, Violet might push her luck a little too far. Although, given how much she enjoys her 'punishment', that might not be such a bad thing.

The Betrayed God (AO3)

Violet/Xaden -- Violet/Malek T-rated

The legends talk about three brothers and about oneof them betraying them all. But that is only half of the story. The darker half is yet to be told. Setup for a story in which Xaden is Malek trapped in a human body and Violet his lost bride.

Some Things Will Never Change (AO3) (Tumblr)

Violet/Xaden - T-rated

Just a soft morning, years after the events of the books.

My Kingdom. My Throne. My Queen. (AO3) (Tumblr)

Violet/Xaden - M-rated

What if venin didn't exist and the only problems Xaden and Violet had to deal with were normal ones? After winning Tyrrendor's independence, the Assembly forces Xaden to make a difficult choice. But even though the Assembly doesn't want to see it, it's Violet's choice, too.

Nothing to Hide (AO3) (Tumblr)

Violet/Liam/Xaden - T-rated

It's Liam’s birthday. And Violet and Xaden have their own idea of giving him a birthday gift. After all, they have nothing to hide. Or: The triad kissing meme turned into a fic. 😊

For whatever it's worth (AO3) (Tumblr)

Liam/Xaden - E-rated

The morning after the night Liam spent with Xaden and letting him Dominate him. Now, Xaden finally has his mind clear enough to examine his feelings. And he's done holding them back.

What's a Threeps (AO3)

Violet/Liam/Xaden - M-rated

Liam survived Resson and everyone celebrates after graduation. Xaden still has to leave for Samara, though, but at least that gives them the weekends to look forward to. A short written for the rq-discord's challenge prompt.

I don't believe in the Gods anymore (AO3)

Xaden/Violet - T-rated

After another too-short night, Xaden has to leave for another patrol. This is just some andom short because I felt crying, okay?

Made to Order (AO3) (Tumblr)

Xaden/Violet - T-rated

Xaden Riorson owns a bakery specialised on wedding cakes. He's good at his job, always has an eye for details and with a sixth sense for what it is his customers are looking for. But when a woman clearly not happy with the upcoming wedding breeezes into his shop (and his life) he has a hard time staying professional.

Fool me once... - A 'Made to Order' story (AO3) (Tumblr)

Xaden/Violet - M-rated

Six months have passed since 'the wedding'. Violet and Xaden are happy together, have grown into their relationship, and are about to take the next step. Then another formal even brings back bad memories for Violet, and she finally confides into Xaden about what happened all those months ago.

Drunk on You - A 'Made to Order' story (AO3) (Tumblr)

Xaden/Violet - M-rated

Violet and Xaden spend the night after the wedding together, and there's a lot of pent-up longing to work through. -- This story takes place directly after the end of the main story. I recommend reading the precious parts of the series before this one, but I guess it's not strictly neccessary. Violet and Xaden spend the night after the wedding together, and there's a lot of pent-up longing to work through. -- This story takes place directly after the end of the main story. I recommend reading the precious parts of the series before this one, but I guess it's not strictly neccessary.

It Was Never Supposed To Be (AO3) (Tumblr)

Imogen/Dain - T-rated

Dain and Imogen are more than just squadmates. Their first months, challenges, the gauntlet, and threshing made a spark develop between them, one neither of them can resist. But when Dain's signet develops in a moment of intimacy and he sees a memory he shouldn't have seen, Imogen is left with only one choice. Kill the man who is slowly becoming more than just a friend to her, or everything is lost. Or… is there an alternative?

Here to Stay (AO3) (Tumblr)

Xaden/Violet - (so far) t-rated

It's the morning after the wedding. Xaden and Violet have breakfast with Liam and they're all just adorable together. This is part of my 'Riorson Bakery for Wedding Cakes' series. And while this probably could be read on its own, I think it makes more sense if you've read the other parts first.

Not One Of Them -- Riogail Edition (AO3)

Xaden/Violet -- M-rated

He is a playboy who can have every girl he wants. She is his best friend. ... What could go wrong? _______________________ This is a Riorgail-themed Modern AU, inspired by Taylor Swift's album 'reputation'. Subtitle: Everybody is stupid!

Kraken Panik (AO3) (Tumblr)

Xaden/Violet -- E-rated -- Monsterfucking

During an outing to the beach with his friends, Xaden encounters a strange woman. She's intriguing, and not just because of her pretty silver-tipped hair. There's just something about her. Something that's... captivating in more ways than he anticipated.

Virtually Tame Xtra Snuggles (AO3) (Tumblr)

Violet/Tairn/Xaden/Sgaeyl -- E-rated -- Poly Monsterfucking

“No other dragon, the mating bond is too sacred for that. But there’s another option.” Tairn’s tail moves behind me, gently pushing me closer to him again. “Another bond that’s equally sacred.” *** When leadership gives the order that Violet and Xaden only get leave every two months, the strain that puts on their dragons quickly becomes more than they all can bear. Good thing that there’s a backup plan—which might end up as far more than just a temporary arrangement.

"Please, don't kill him." (AO3) (Tumblr)

Violet/Xaden -- T/M-rated --Angst

Violet and Xaden tried to keep him having turned venin a secret. But after a tragic accident, the truth is out for everyone to see. And Violet's (former?) friends are not sympathetic of her lies. What will they do with Xaden, now that they know what he is?

* Best of Times - a "Made to Order" Story (AO3) (Tumblr)

Liam Mairi -- E-rated -- Smut

Just ace Liam Mairi having a great time with his toys. 😏

* Blueberries & Chocolate Chips (AO3) (Tumblr) (1 -- 2 -- 3 -- 4 -- 5 -- 6 -- 7 -- 8 -- 9 -- 10 -- 11 -- 12 -- 13)

Violet/Xaden -- M-rated -- Modern AU, Plot with Porn

Violet hadn't felt like partying after just dumping her ex for cheating on her. But maybe Rhiannon had been right. Maybe going out to celebrate Liam's birthday hadn't been such a bad idea. After all, if she'd stayed home that night…none of this would have happened.

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