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ᴠᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇ ꜱᴄᴀʀᴀᴍᴏᴜᴄʜᴇ/ ᴠᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇ​ ʜᴜɴᴛᴇʀ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Content includes mention of drugs that cause drowsiness and loss of sensation, Vampire! Harbinger Childe, the reader is a witch hunter, and kissing scene. Word count is 4k.

Scroll away if you don't entertain any au regarding vampires, witches, and hunters.

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It was clear to her now that she had to get out of here.

She’d forever be branded as a fool if she persisted in this Manor any longer; the consequences would be irredeemable for herself and for the other witch hunters who still carry on their duty.

Her line of work is already so sacred that losing one out of all the thousands left would do more harm. Taking into consideration their reputation, the mere leak of information that there are still active people like her would send every villain organization into action, and she wouldn’t want to trade for their downfall even with her life.

Heels clack against the marble floor, and mutters of greetings meet her every gaze upon crossing paths with certain people. Some act polite, while others are suggestive. [Name] only responds accordingly, as nonchalant as she could. Ignoring the crushing sensation in her chest once she nears the previous dance floor of the room.

Only a few more steps were required to be able to exit the suffocating Manor, but she was impudently interrupted by a familiar sight appearing suddenly before her. “Ah! There you are, Lady [Name]. I have been looking for you!”

She needs not to look at the person to be able to guess who they are.

“I deeply apologize for my actions earlier; I had realized too late that I should have informed you first before leaving.” Childe lowers his head with a hand to his chest. “Again, I apologize,” he adds, a tinge of guilt heard in his voice.

[Name] glances at the exit, suppressing her deep desire to push him out of the way. “It’s not a big deal, Sir Childe. I understand that the matter must have been of the utmost importance; I take no offense to it.” she assures.

Childe’s lips turn into a frown, eyes glaze with what she assumes to be doubt. “Even if that is so, please, I must make it up to you.”

The self-possessed woman shakes her head. “You need not to. As I’ve mentioned before, I understand and forgive you.” She returns her gaze back to the gentleman once he raises his head.

“Such kind words, Lady [Name], but I truly do insist. I’m afraid this feeling of guilt will never leave until then,” he persists, his hand lightly crumpling his tie.

[Name] felt her irritation flare up at his comment. How much of her time does he wish to waste?

But no matter—for it appears his subtle interest in her might just let her accomplish her mission.

In between her own fears and the sake of an ongoing mission, she’s once again, preoccupied with curiosity. “Well, if you insist, then I would be happy to," said she, coughing out a chuckle.

Upon hearing her words, a grin blossoms on Childe’s face. “I’m glad to hear that! Now, if you allow me, I shall lead you to one of the Manor’s room beyond the garden; it is not too far so I hope you can be patient with me. There I’ll be giving you an item that I think will suit your tastes.”

[Name]’s courteous smile falters. “And pray, tell me, what is this item that you speak of?”

The latter chuckles. “Oh, you’ll see. I will tell you though that you’ll find it worth your time.” he takes a step away, almost colliding with someone in the process.

“Now, shall we?” Childe asks, outreaching a hand towards the entrance of the Manor’s garden.

Much to her dismay, [Name] has no other choice but to nod and be all smiles even as she consciously walks into the fox’s trap.

No words were uttered between the said lady and the accompanied gentleman even a few minutes after the start of their walk, and she couldn’t help but wonder why he hasn’t bothered to make the trip entertaining for them both. Excluding the reason the garden of the manor didn’t require much ground to cover, surely anyone would feel the need to converse a simple causerie?

Much to her relief, Childe, so to speak, starts, “I take it that you’ve met a comrade of mine?” he takes a curious glance at her from the side.

Dread easily injects itself into her nerves; did she accidentally conjoin her expression and thoughts?

“Why, yes, I have. An impressive man he was,” she adds for the sake of civility, though, judging from his reaction, it can be said that there was no need.

He lets out a breath that is best paired with hands caressing the bridge of his nose, “I best hope what he might have said does not tarnish your image of me—nor that of the Fatui’s.”

[Name] didn’t know whether to pity him or laugh at their so-called "comradery.” “Oh, worry not, he had not spoken ill about you. He had only apologized on your behalf.”

“Really? No lies said; that’s surprising to hear. He isn’t really the most friendly one. However, please keep that as a secret between us. I wouldn’t want to anger his grumpy self any more than needed,” said the Harbinger, followed by a wink.

[Name] chuckles, utterly unimpressed. “My lips are sealed. Though, if I may be honest, I have to agree with you on that note.”

He smiles apologetically, though it doesn’t meet his eyes. “Please, Lady [Name], despite it all, don’t take his inclemency to heart, even with his cold attitude. That’s only how he usually is.”

[Name] nods. “I’m sure there are more qualities more worth looking into.”

The pair fell silent after a chorus of laughter. And deep in their indifferent expressions which they present to maintain a ethical image, both knew well that the latter is a lying imbecile.

The coldness of the weather does not only come from external forces, but also from the underlying atmosphere that’s thickening the more the two walk together in silence, which continues to grow as even the crunches of leaves beneath her provided her with more entertainment than her companion. The option to excuse herself is always present, as much as her delusional freedom provides her with, unfortunately for her, the mere thought of what he would do to her easily demolishes any courage she mustered up. After all, it is known to both that her life is in his hands.

At the thought, the not-so-nostalgic feeling of fear overrides her pathetic attempts to enjoy their stroll, constantly looming above her head, behind her back, and at every corner they turn, like an unwelcome and invited parasite. It makes her head spin with caution, raising the hairs on her neck.

Suddenly, something ruffles the end of her dress, too close for comfort. No one else is around other than them, and alarm bells start to ring in her head at the sudden intrusion of space. Something is closing in to her from behind. And she has no idea what it is or what to do.

She glances at the man beside her, finding him looking elsewhere, void of the fear she wished to share to depart her alertness of facing it by her lonesome.

She clutches her gloved hand into a fist, hardening her resolve to get ready to fight or flee if necessary.

[Name] whips her head around in one swift action. If she is to be afraid, she must face it afraid.

The figure behind her is—

Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

Similar to a breath of warmth released into the cold night air, the condensed suffocating air dissipates as quickly as it came.

Silhouettes of people sauntering, followed closely by their shadows, occasionally pausing to take a glass from the kind waiter, is the only view presented to the frightened Lady.

It was almost humorous how different it was from what she had expected it to be. The guest’s expensive jewelries and watches glimmering brightly under the golden light, their laughing faces, and squinted eyes behind their fans—was it wrong to feel uncomfortable watching such a peaceful scene unfold?

“-Is something wrong, Lady [Name]?” a silky and concerned voice echoes amidst her troubled thoughts.

[Name] stills. The etched formalities in her spooked mind moves her mouth. “No.. Nothing,” she replies, coming out less smooth than she would like. “I am fine, Sir Childe; it is nothing to be concerned about.”

She watches the tranquil view wordlessly for a moment longer, fearing the ominous feeling would only return to claim her once more the moment she let her mind rest. Though, much to her relief, there is nothing in sight that could ever relate to the forbidding presence.

Already expecting a smile she has to return, she turns around to return her focus to her companion.

But instead of the foxy smile he always greets her, she was faced with Childe’s eyes flashing a genuine glare with his head tilted to look at the balcony of the floor above.

As if noticing his own lack of response, the Harbinger swiftly disregards his deep scowl and transitions it into a bright smile as he returns his attention back to her. “Are you sure? Do you feel uncomfortable perhaps?”

Terrifying it was to witness such an incompatible expression upon his usually beaming face, [Name] speaks with hesitation, which shows that she’s on delicate ground: “No, I am perfectly content. A thought had just occurred to me. Please, spare it no more thoughts.”

Childe couldn’t help but frown at her answer, yet he was in no position to pry further. “If you wish so, Lady [Name]. If you ever need something, you can just tell me.”

The lady offers a polite smile and says, “I give you my deepest thanks, Sir Childe. I appreciate your support.”

“It’s no problem at all.”

Further into the garden’s grounds, is a beautiful flower-filled environment with little to no blemishes marked upon it. The said flowers marvelously compliment each other befittingly of the abundant range of colors among them that radiates prettiness in aid of the light given by the lamps standing along the carved path to support any dweller’s footing. Beyond it lies an outstretched balcony, overlooking the ethereal view of the faraway civilization illuminated by the city’s lights. Stood along its sides glamorous wooden doors that give off a faint light below them, indicating the presence of someone in the room it hid. The pair stroll along the stone path, easily finding their way around the place thanks to the indicated direction in the pavement. There was no need to regard where they might even stumble upon, the path made it very clear to anyone that it meant to lead them towards the view.

Small talks were made along the way, both making attempts to engage the other in the conversation. Mostly made by the Harbinger, who is deeply troubled by [Name]’s anxious behavior. Noticing the change of habits after numerous sightings: she became more fidgety, stealing glances to her surroundings when she thinks he’s not looking, and the usual lighthearted chuckle she lets out takes a more strained tone. All of these could very well be the result of his “comrade’s” antics.

What sort of fuckery did he do this time?

One night, he couldn’t resist leaving his plans alone. He just had to make it harder for him.

Childe lets out an exasperated sigh.

He leads the beautiful lady in a secluded area, an area he hopes the damn shorty or any other guest visiting don’t even dare to enter. It wasn’t particularly scary, in fact, it the was opposite with how the garden presents itself, it was merely well hidden enough to casually ignore.

All while [Name] racks up her brain for any strategy of escape for the situation she had forced herself into. Unfortunately, despite tedious thinking, it always ending up to be incoherent due to the constant feeling of his presence—or more accurately—his stare. Having caught a glimpse of the eye-catching pale skin and indigo hair she knows awfully well in the balcony above after following her companion’s glare. She can’t handle another encounter with him; she might actually vomit on his expensive-looking suit and die at his hands.

Why must he be here—or rather-—why is he here? Was he the one who was about to ambush her earlier?

She feels that her earlier thought of the mysterious presence behind her previously was her doom might be correct in that regard. At this point, she’d rather stick herself to Childe’s company which in any case, is only a tad better.

Blades of grass tickle her dress upon passing a unique-shaped bush; the ground, cluttered by rocks, was engulfed by the neatly mowed lawn; butterflies hovering around the flowers tease her outreached fingers.

“Lady [Name]. I thank you again for your patience and cooperation,” said he once halting his tracks. “Before we go inside though, I must ask you for a small favor.”

[Name] raises a brow.

Is he going to ask for my blood now? No- wait, in any regular situation, this is a perfect set up for a marriage or a courting proposal! Possibly not? Either way, I don’t think I have much choice if he asks. If I were to refuse, would the other one start hunting me next?

She involuntarily starts fidgeting with her gloves. “I see. What shall I do for you, then?”

If Childe was bothered by this, he doesn’t show. “May you give me your hand?”

[Name] squints her eyes at him before complying with a nod.

“Now I ask for your outmost trust if I am to continue further,” said Childe, tenderly. His thumb gently touching [Name]’s knuckles.

Very stupidly but without much choice, she replies, “..I give you my trust.”

Childe smirks before taking off the glove off of her offered hand, pressing it to his lips, and subtly sniffs before turning it around and turns his attention to her wrists, but unlike her initial assumptions, [Name] is surprised to find him kissing her palm.

Nevertheless, [Name] gets ready for the pain even at the facade shown. For even if he is surely going to collapse right after his teeth bare her skin, it doesn’t make the process less painful. If she were a normal citizen, she’d be merely confused on what is happening. After all, the knowledge about vampires having certain kinks are only limited to witch hunters and alike. He could be very well about to just reveal his hidden love for her at this moment. So the best cover is…

“Wh-what are you planning, Sir Childe?” she stutters, shoulders rising in a bashful manner.

The man in question looks up to her, his eyes half-lidded. Appearing to be highly contented, he purrs, “In this moonless night, Lady [Name]. You-”

“..Excuse me for interrupting.”

Childe flinches while the other freezes, having completely forgotten about anything else in the heat of the moment. Head slowly turning to the side, [Name]’s breath catches and tangles in her throat at the sight of Scaramouche standing before them. Their gazes lock, and once again, she loses the ability to look away. He looks the same as before—if not even more dazzling under the moonlight compared to the bright yellow lights within the ballroom. His gaze pierce at her like they’re the only ones in the garden, and she’s never been more frightened yet enticed by the implicity of it.

Something tightens around her hand and she’s brought back to the hold of Childe, who is currently preoccupied with transporting his anger onto his glare towards his uncaring comrade. It was tempting to pull her hand away immediately, but it would give rise to further suspicion.

Her face turns pale. If childe had collapsed there and then, she’d be hunted by now. Or worse, dead!

Obvious mockery displayed on his face, Scaramouche continues, redirecting his gaze to his moping fellow Harbinger. “But Signora needs your assistance, so it’s best for you to head over, she looks rather agitated. You didn’t abandon your previous errand did you?” he crosses his arms.

Childe furrows his eyebrows. “Now, now, you’re making me look like some sort of slacker, dear comrade. Perhaps she just needs me for something else now.”

Scaramouche’s smirk doesn’t falter even as Childe lifts himself from the ground. “Whatever the situation may be—I couldn’t care less really—but you best to make your way to her now, unless you want another scolding from her?”

[name] couldn’t find it in herself to be amused at the blatantly planned obscuration to Childe’s dine. More so when even a slightly exaggerated sigh of her lips catches Scaramouche’s attention. Damn him and his eyes.

So instead of planning her escape, she prays for her dear life. Practically smelling the murderous intent behind their words, no matter if it isn’t directed towards her.

Sighing with obvious disappointment, Childe returns his gaze towards her, ignoring the pointed stare from the other as he does so. “It looks like I’ll have to make it up to you later once again, Lady [Name]. I hope you don’t take this to heart.”

“I understand. And there is no need to worry, for I am one not easy to offend. I’ll see you soon.” she smiles kindly.

From the corner of her eye, she sees Scaramouche rolls his eyes as Childe softens with appreciation. He lifts their intertwined hands to press a soft kiss to her knuckles, the gesture stirring the whirl of nausea in her further. Taking a step back, he bows in farewell. Making his way past Scaramouche with an unwavering glare. The unbothered latter’s smirk only grows wider, finding the scowling towards himself amusing.

At the ginger head’s departure, Scaramouche turns his attention back to his subject of interest, eyes piercing past the previously dark cover over her head. His brows furrow as he sees a… discernable face on her head, one that was not present before.

Was it odd to find a face on a person’s head? …perhaps he’d gone ballistic as well.

Previously, even with the bright lights inside the manor, he could not take a glimpse under her hat veil despite his numerous attempts. Yet Childe was persistent enough to find her attractive without taking her blood into consideration. So naturally, this lady must be the gorgeous one.

But now, in the dim light of the lamps near them, what he can faintly see is… a face that brings forth disappointment. With how Childe had continuously pursued this young woman, he anticipated her to have some unique features, but she looks… lackluster.

Is he seeing her wrong? What’s the reason for Childe to be so infatuated with this mortal?

He steps towards her. “I take it he has apologized to you formally?”

Perhaps she slipped up when they were dancing? No, his entrance was abrupt and she wouldn’t have enough time to cover it up. And the audience would’ve had a reaction at least.

[Name] stretches a smile. “Yes, he has.”

For a popular lady she is, he expected more accurate acting of civility, but she doesn’t seem to be in favor of lying, is she?

“I see.” he leans closer. “So he does have some manners after all.”

[Name] takes a step back, not without checking the space behind her. “...that he does…” she mutters a reply.

As he stood right in front of the retreating lady, his eyes scan every feature he can capture. But no matter how much he stares, every and any distinctive attribute observed fades away with a blink. Not even his sharp eyes can accurately paint a picture of [Name]’s face. Might it be the work of her hat veil? He squints his eyes.

He’s come to the conclusion that something is wrong with her. She’s most definitely odd.

The only source of her reactions is her body and the badly hidden tone of her voice. He strongly dislikes having to be played into a guessing game by a mere human just to quench his curiosity. “To be honest, I am quite surprised you're not upset for him leaving you the second time this night,” he starts after an awkward space of silence.

Blinking her discolored eyes, she replies a beat later, “It cannot be helped. Someone of high position like him is bound to be busy even in a night such as this.” she tucks her gloved hand to her chest, faltering at the realization that Childe took the other glove.

Not caring any more or less, Scaramouche says, “..you know of our organization?”

[Name] looks at him with confusion—judging by the tilt of her head. He stares at her. “It would be a wonder if someone didn’t,” came her hesitant reply.

“Indeed it would be, but more than that.” he steps closer. “I find it more questionable that you’re rather calm in the situation you find yourself in.”

For split second, much to his surprise, the distinction in her eyes remained, showing a clear display of skepticism. “…what ever do you mean, Sir Scaramouche?”

A flare of irritation creeps up his spine. “Being alone in the night with a vampire of a highly sought out organization amongst humans for quite a big bounty.” he pauses, mainly to calm his nerves. “Doesn’t that make you shiver, even a little?”

She tilts her head up, only then is he able to make out the shape and color of her lips. Again, it’s far from what his eye caught earlier from a glimpse. But this time, the image doesn’t flicker.

…is this woman under a curse?

He looks back to [Name]’s eyes. They haven’t changed from their earlier form. Is this how she really looks?

As he continues to stare, his eyes twitches. “…or are you one of those ignorant humans who indulge themselves in their own little world, completely oblivious to the harsh reality of the true world?”

“The main objective of this gathering is to settle the complicated relationship between both races. For me to come willingly with this clearly stated in the letter and still hold fear in me towards your kind, it would be hypocritical,” she replies. Stepping away abruptly as she turns her head away.

Without much thought, Scaramouche’s hand flies up and grabs her chin, forcing the lady to face him again.

Great satisfaction overwhelms him at the realization that her facial features remained. Ignoring the flustered yet alarmed expression now transparent on her face. No more guessing games. He’s got the cat in the bag.

This woman is under a curse. And it contorts her facial features to something pleasurable to gaze at.

She was planning something with Childe, wasn’t she?

He should have left him alone if that were the case, his time would’ve been more well spent if Childe had been left out from it.

Scaramouche laughs, his fingers digging into her skin. “It’s truly laughable how stupid someone can be, perhaps Childe needs to have his brain checked for finding interest in you.” he moves her face from one side to the other. “Other than your lack of knowledge, you seem to have a lack of beauty as well.”

[Name] furrows her brows and opens her mouth to protest. However, upon seeing her reflection in his eyes, she freezes. All courtesy in her manners vanished, and she’s left in her most vulnerable state—her curse free self.

Her worried stare fades into a fierce glare. She raises a hand to try and pry his away from her face, but he doesn’t budge, only pulling her closer to his face.

“You… You’re not a normal mortal, are you?” he whispers tauntingly, low and menacing.

[Name], void of the delicate demeanor, grits at him. “You’ll soon find out what I am.”

And then, without warning, she leans forward to kiss him.

Immediately, his body recoils, a shiver of disdain yanks him away as quickly as it happened. “What do you think you’re-”

Cut off by a yank of his clothing, [Name] crashes her lips together again. Pulling him closer while she exerts force to keep him from moving away.

He felt dizzy—and disgusted. Mostly disgusted. He goes to push her away, but it proved to be fruitless as her grip is as steady as ever. His stomach churned, lips turned numb, and the colors of the vibrant environment started mixing together like a pot of color—a disgusting vile of soup.

Realizing he’s still gripping her chin, he swiftly pulls it off to grab her by the neck and—

…wait, he did pull away, right?

He attempts to lift it again, but all it did was pitifully limp on [Name]’s shoulder. Even a newborn’s grip showed more force than his proud hand.

Where… where did his strength go?

[Name] tilts her head which deepens the kiss even further as her hand crawls up his back, cradling the back of his head. Scaramouche’s body tenses, utterly sickened by the sensation of her lips against his. But it relaxes just the same, like chords of an instrument cut off, his body refrains from listening to him.

As he glances to [Name], her eyes were shut, close to looking blissed out. And he couldn’t stop himself from copying the lady, letting out a sigh of exhaustion despite the overwhelming urge to rip her head off. It’s as if something is controlling his body, or more accurately—he’s losing control. Why is he letting her do as she pleases? He’s a renowned Harbinger for Tsaritsa’s sake. He’s not so frail as to crumble underneath a mortal’s lips.

At that moment, he smelled it—the distinct scent of assorted drugs right on her lips.

Oh. Oh, Tsaritsa.

Before he could form another thought, the malevolent woman parts their lips, leaning back far enough to soak in his drugged state. She looks at him with what seems like gratification, her lips curled into a smile. He does his best to return the gaze, despite his half-lidded eyes and heavy chest, every breath feels like labor. Humiliation fills his system, much like the numbness overriding his senses until he ceased feeling at all.

He thinks something held his cheek, but after seeing [Name]’s mouth move discernably and impossibly slow, he promptly blacked out.

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I changed the "witch" hunter to "vampire" instead so it can be more accurate. I realize only now that it was tomfoolery. Scara isn't even a witch. Who is reader hunting.

[queen-scribbles]

I’m off tomorrow for Juneteenth(which got dropped on me as I was leaving work on Friday, I had forgotten xD) and I’m debating whether to use the time for another Janine/Felix book 3 run or if I should start the Mallory/Nate AU ;3

[aliesbienish]

Dastardly Plans

Summary: You plot revenge, Anthony finds it incredibly attractive.

Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x Reader

“Would you be so kind as to help me plot a murder,” You stated as soon as you stepped foot into Anthony’s study.

“I’m sorry but what did you just say my darling wife, I must of misheard you?”

“I need help with planning a murder, do keep up my love. Maybe you were the wrong choice, perhaps I shall approach Eloise instead, she seems a bit more quick witted”

“Don’t you dare. I was just making sure I heard correctly, I never said no. But just out of curiosity who are we killing and why?”

“That silly Miss Connors. Francesca just confided that she’s be coming up to her at every ball saying hurtful remarks. She even had the audacity to step on her gown causing a terrible rip. The wretch is clearly jealous of Franny, and I will have none of it. So I’ve been thinking the best way to get rid of the Miss Connors problem will be to never have to see her face again. Argo murder! Really it’s a two birds one stone situation because it will show the Ton the consequences of messing with the Bridgertons, especially while I’m Viscountess.”

Anthony started at you, his mouth wide open in awe and his eyes shining with desire. Your defence of his siblings was not only endearing but incredibly sexy.

“Honey, you still there. Yes or no to murder, I don’t have all day.”

“Absolutely yes. In fact I know Colin mentioned a substance he came across on the continent which was deadly yet odourless. One drop in the dreadful girls tea and mission accomplished”

“I knew I married you for a reason” you smirked, bringing Anthony in for a kiss.

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Hope you all enjoyed. Feel free to send through any requests x

[authorhjk1]

Dreamy Pink

(Shin Ryujin X Male Reader)

By @i-am-lifeform24

“The pink one is Ryujin being an actual princess (haven't decided on the time period yet). This one is completely the opposite to the black one. Here is Ryujin in control. And her advisor is the guy she uses when she needs to get off.” - Inspiration quote from @authorhjk1

“No.”

“Your highness, they are all very accomplished, winners of multiple wars!”

“Accomplished, but ugly. No.”

“Princess, these nations have stood with us for centuries. Surely you can think it o-”

Ryujin stares down the impassioned minister, crossing her arms, her pink, flowing dress sparkling as she looks up at the man from across the round table. “I see no reason why I have to do anything, minister. I will not be marrying any of these slimy men.”

You sigh, shooting the old man an apologetic glance as the other members of the council fidget in their seats. The princess has always been… difficult. Even standing behind her, you can feel how uncomfortable the room is getting. Funny, that all the most powerful lords and ladies of the country can’t get through to a much younger girl.

Steeling yourself, you take a step forward, “My apologies, minister, perhaps the princess misunderstands.” Ryujin’s catlike eyes dart left, the princess giving you a warning, shifting her lithe body in the pink mass of cotton so she can better stare up at you. You can feel the other members of the table hold their breath. Here it comes.

“Misunderstand what exactly, advisor?” Her voice is icy, pointed, like she can’t imagine why you would say something so stupid. Well, it is your job after all, and whether she likes it or not, you were put in this position to keep her in check, so keep her in check you will.

“That while you are the most beautiful princess on the continent, you are also the leader of the most powerful country on this side of the world.” You start, gesturing to the other nobles of the table. They straighten up, morning sunlight peeking through stained glass to illuminate their battle-worn features, as if they’ve broken free from the spell of a very bratty princess.

Ryujin raises her eyebrow at you, slightly nodding for you to go on. You watch her dress shine in the soft light, taking a deep breath, “You have to at least listen their proposals out. Agree to the minister’s plan to let the princes visit you.”

Ryujin scoffs, “I don’t want their mud on my floors. This castle was built by my father, and you want to bring these grungy foreigners here? To my paradise?”

You lean forward, and Ryujin’s eyes widen as your strong voice echoes throughout the ornate chamber, “A paradise built by alliances. Strong, long-lasting, powerful alliances. Do you believe that your honorable parents fell in love by the grace of God, your highness?”

Ryujin’s eyes narrow, and the whole room holds its breath. You glance at the minister across the table, the man slowly sitting back down, eyes wide, his robes shifting as he tries to sneak back into his seat. Your heart catches in your throat. It’s never a good idea to mention the late King and Queen in front of her.

Maybe if you apologize before it sets in, she’ll forgive you. You meet Ryujin’s gaze, stammering, ‘N-not to say that your parents were without grace. I’m sure that they would be very proud of you, your high-“

“You’re right.”

Wait, what?

Ryujin smiles at you, her dark eyes crinkling as she exhales, breaking her stare. She turns back to the council. “My Advisor is right. I apologize for my own lack of foresight in the matter of my engagement. Minister, let it be know that I will receive these… princes. I will leave the details up to you.”

“A…. A wise choice, your highness! We shall begin constructing the plans right away.” The old man shoots up with a wide smile, the other council members filling the room with excited applause. You look down at Ryujin, and the princess cracks a smirk at you, as if her jolt of anger was all one big, convoluted, prank.

You gulp, giving her a quick smirk back, stepping behind the sovereign’s large makeshift throne as the council chatters on. Ryujin straightens her back, adjusting her tiara to sit on perfectly on her neatly combed locks. Here, at the head of the table, she almost seems like a real ruler, not an aggressive orphan made to reign way too early.

Soon, the meeting concludes, and you find yourself at the large mahogany bowing to every council member that takes their leave. “Thank you, duchess. And yes, we will make sure that the princess attends your name day celebration!” You lean forward, holding the gloved hand of an older woman, the smile lines on her cheeks deepening as you smile at her. She leans beside your ear, letting the other nobles pass behind her, “Thank the Lord for you, advisor. The poor girl barely has things together as it is…” You straighten, giving the older woman a sideways grin, “Now that’s our sovereign you are talking about, duchess, with how large the kingdom is, I would say that she is doing much better than any of us could.”

The duchess opens her mouth to respond, “Oh no advisor, i’m sure….” Suddenly, her eyes widen, staring at the doorway behind you, and she trails off. “Nevermind! I shall see you on Saturday. Your highness.” She curtsies, and you turn around, just in time to see Ryujin, with her guards flanking her, and her arms across her chest.

“P-princess! I apologize, I'm blocking your way.” You start, stepping aside in an ill attempt to escape. With a bang, the large doors swing shut, and the guards shift uneasily as Ryujin grabs you by the ear and pulls you along the hallway.

“Ow! Princess! I was just escorting the duchess out! I didn’t mean anything by-” You grimace, the sharp pain coursing through your body as she drags you past ornate paintings and ancient keepsakes. The royal is surprisingly strong, her long legs strutting confidently on the velvet carpet. You wonder what set her off this time. She handled the meeting well, really, really well. If anything, you’re more than proud that she managed to avoid exploding at the council, or at you, for once, so what could she possibly want with you now.

Eventually, the thump of her heels on the soft flooring stops, and you find yourself in front of a large, gilded door. The guards follow closely behind, gloves gripping the hilts of their swords tightly as Ryujin addresses them. “Leave us, now. And make sure that none enter this wing for the next few hours. I will have a few words with my advisor.”

You shoot a pleading look at the knights, almost feeling their pity through their plated armor. ‘Sorry, boss. We’ll make it up to you.’ they seem to say, bowing quickly before marching away to the entrance of the castle wing. God, you’ve really done it now.

Ryujin drags you inside, not wasting a second, pushing you up against the warm wood. Your breath catches in your throat, the messy, victorian style bedroom a lazy backdrop to the princess’ intense stare. She pushes her covered breasts onto your chest. Arms, they stay pinned at your side, like she’s pressing a painting into a wall. Ryujin slowly cranes her lips beside your ear, “I barely have things together?”

You gulp, heart catching in your throat as you look down at the beautiful woman. Her gaze is icy, hands slowly rubbing the outside of your trousers. “P-princess, the duchess simply worries for you, we don’t have to do this again.” you squeak, like a mouse, hunted by this very turned on, catlike royal.

Ryujin does nothing but smirk, pulling your underwear down quickly, dropping to her knees as the cold morning air wraps around your erect member. Your hands slowly droop down, but you stay plastered on the wood, like she’s still pinning you there, like her body is still on you.

“Heavy. Good. You’re filling me up today.” The princess cups your balls, her fingers dribbling against the puckered skin as she squints up at you. Amidst short breaths, you can’t help but marvel at how the orange-yellow light glazes her skin, the thin, pink fabric of her dress covered in dark spots as Ryujin’s wetness spreads from her legs. She’s beautiful, and after that disaster of a meeting, she needs a way to relieve her stress.

Ryujin’s tongue darts out, teasing the leaking tip of your cockhead as she grips you by your base, “Hey.” Informal. Casual. Crude. She looks up into your eyes, and you stare back down at her, sweat forming on your forehead as you can’t help but throb in her soft hands. “Yes, princess?” you reply, your voice breathy.

Her gaze softens, her eyes now half-lidded as she slowly licks up the length of your shaft. Her dress has creeped up her thighs at this point, and you can’t help but notice her bare pussy lips in between her kneeling legs. Ryujin stares at you, a firm warning exiting her precum smeared lips, “Don’t ever embarrass me again… daddy.”

You harden at the words, wanting nothing more than to grab the princess by the neck and throw her onto the bed. Ryujin can tell, making a show out of keeping one hand jerking on your cock, while the other pulls her dress down her breasts, the mink revealing perfect, perky breasts.

She smiles, “I’m going to drain you now, and you don’t get to cum until I say so, alright?” Ryujin accentuates the last word with a kiss on your cockhead, the skin wet with her spit. You give her a slow nod, gritting your teeth. She’s asking you for the impossible.

But she’s also your princess. You are sworn to her.

“Yes… your highness.” You croak out the words as Ryujin smirks at you, “Good daddy, now come to bed, i’m riding you until you fill me with your seed.”

You stumble forward, watching as your princess sauntily sways her now naked hips. No undergarments in the council meeting? You’d have ot tell her off later, but in the meantime, the idea only does more to keep your cock hard and ready. Her pink dress stays bunched up around her tight waist, and you watch as her ass sways in the morning light, the dresses and books strewed around the floor nothing but obstacles for her long, supple legs.

Ryujin crawls onto the bed, peeling the rest of the pink fabric off her body, then kneeling on her heels as she crosses her arms, “Faster, daddy. I have a kingdom to run.”

Hastily, you strip, sitting on the edge of the bed, then swinging your legs so they are on either side of the kneeling girl. You’re careful not to meet her eyes. No matter how turned on you are, she’s in charge.

Soon, you’re lying down on your back, the expensive, gold patterned furs digging into the small of your back as your princess straddles you. Ryujin’s hair falls around her face in the soft yellow light, and you watch as her petite tits rise and fall, the princess grabbing you by the shaft, your cockhead rubbing against her pussy lips as she stares down at you.

Her eyes roll back into her head, “God, daddy, if only that old hag could watch me handle this.

“Fuck!” You groan. With a slap, the princess’ ass bounces on your thighs as she roughly takes you to the hilt. She’s always rough, calling you daddy even if you’re her toy, but a part of you loves it, loves letting her take control, loves letting the princess, in a twisted way, worship you with her body.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Ryujin moans, grabbing handfuls of the blankets around her as she bounces on your cock. You feel her walls get accustomed to you, the tightness suffocating, wringing you in a wet embrace.

You look up. She’s not even looking at you. Her Tiara stays skewed on her head, her breasts jumping with every bounce, her small hands resting on your thighs as the princess arches her back, gyrating her hips onto your waiting cock.

“P-princess, it’s so good.” You moan, hands reaching down to grab her soaked ass.

A slap resounds through the large room. “Don’t you dare. You don’t get to touch me until I milk you dry, daddy.” Ryujin warns, her tongue coming out of her moaning mouth as she slaps your hands away, continuing her impassioned ride.

You give up, resorting to grabbing handfuls of cloth, watching as your beloved princess cums on your cock, over and over again, her breasts lathered in sweat, her taut stomach rippling under the force of her bouncing.

Ryujin opens one eye, panting, to grab you by the neck, “Kiss me, daddy…” You hesitate for a moment, wishing to savor the feeling of her drawing circles on your crotch, the glorious sensation of her royal pussy grasping onto every ridge of your unworthy cock, but in the end, you sit up.

“You’re beautiful, princess… please, i’m so close.” You beg, letting the girl hold you by the cheeks as your tongue explores her mouth, her hips still riding you, albeit slower, more deliberate, as if she wants to savor every moment too.

Ryujin looks up at you, her dark eyes mesmerizing as you feel the blankets shift. “Here, you belong to me… all your cum, daddy… it belongs to me…” She whispers slowly, pausing to grimace, as if your cock is somehow surprising her with pleasure after all these trysts.

You exhale, feeling it bubble in your core. Something about your aloof, icy princess demanding for you, demanding for your seed, burns all thoughts of stopping away. You need to cum in her, now.

Your lips find Ryujin’s neck, sucking on her clear, unblemished skin as your rough hands find her ass. This time, she doesn’t turn you away, the princess’ smile only getting bigger, as if she’s been waiting for you to take charge.

”Mmm, fuck! Fuck! Breed me! Breed your princess!” Ryujin screams, her hips now still as you fuck into her fast and hard. She’s sitting on your lap now, your chests pushed together, her breasts warm as you hammer into the royal’s pussy.

“Y-yes princess! It’s coming!” You grit your teeth, focusing on delaying your release for as long as you can, until the princess wraps her long legs around you, rocking her pussy lips on the base of your crotch. “Oh… oh! Daddy!” Ryujin groans, grinding her pussy onto you, not allowing you to thrust, her walls clenching, begging for your seed as she pins you down with the flower between her legs.

“I’m coming!” You roar, kissing Ryujin’s jaw as the princess’ eyes shoot open. She moans loudly as you fill her, your hot, virile cum making her body relax. You feel her in your arms, her tits shaking, her ass trembling as you fill the next in line to the throne with your seed.

It’s almost comical, that she’d get so frustrated with a stupid meeting, that this.is the only way she could relax.

Hey, you’re not complaining, sighing as Ryujin topples onto your chest, her hot, deep breaths in your ear her pussy still milking the last dribbles of cum from your cock.

You look down at her with a grin, “Is that all for this morning, your highness?”

Ryujin rolls her eyes, nestling into the crook of your neck, the fur blankets around you damp with the heat of your sex. “Mmm,..”

She flips you over, her legs spreading as you crouch above her, your cock exiting her pussy with a pop. Ryujin smiles, “No, daddy. This time, you’re going to use me.”

You smile, watching her bite her lip as the morning light fades. “As you wish, your highness.”

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I BURN FOR YOU | PART ONE

Simon’s heavy footsteps echo in your ears, the floor boards of the church creaking as he walked. At least he was courteous enough to help you into the carriage, you thought as you grabbed onto his large glove covered outstretched hand letting him guide you inside before getting in himself and sitting on the plump cushion seating opposite you.

The footman closed the door just as your families came out to throw flower petals and wave you off. The sight of them so happy made you more glum than this whole day had.

“Well that was a dreadfully boring ceremony.” Simon quipped, leaning his head back as the carriage started moving. Your gaze did not move from your parents, their smiles made you grimace.

“It’s rather sad that I couldn’t be entertained at my own wedding. Wouldn’t you agree wife?” The man across from you had almost snarled out the word wife.

You simply roll your eyes at him, something he does not take kindly to.

“If I had been in the country when this was all being arranged, I could’ve stopped this from ever happening in the first place. I wouldn’t be shackled down in this ridiculous sham of a marriage!” He snaps, the scar on his chin that goes right through his lips and stops at his Cupids bow, moves with each word he spits your way, fire in his eyes as he does so.

“Trust me the feelings mutual.” You scoff, snapping back at him.

“Oh, I’m well aware wife. I could tell as much as soon as I lifted your veil and saw the scowl on your face.” He chuckles with no humour, it’s dark and unnerving causing you to shift in your seat. “How fortunate I am to have such a beautiful bride” The sarcasm drips from his lips in a way that makes your blood boil but you manage to bite your tongue even if he seems unable to.

“Even when he’s dead, my bastard father still finds ways to meddle in my life. Arranging a marriage behind my back, of all things.” The leather of his gloves squeak when his fists tighten in anger.

“Well, it’s no matter. As long as we pretend for the next three months, we shall be free to live our lives separately once the London Season ends, per our families’ agreement. It should not be too difficult to accomplish such a task, will it wife?” Simon raises an eyebrow but yet somehow manages to keep the scowl on his face.

“No. Husband.” You say through gritted teeth.

He is thankfully silent for the next half an hour, and again he does help you out of the carriage when you arrive outside the manor that is now your home. You gaze up at the structure with awe, it was much bigger than your old home though your father was a Baron and Simon was a Duke.

“I’m leaving the grand tour of the estate to the housekeeper. Oh and do try to remember where everything is, I won’t be walking you to your bedroom each night, wife.” He says briskly as he walks passed you and ascends the stairs.

He pauses, snapping his fingers like he’s forgotten something before shooting over his shoulder at you, “Sleep well, dear wife. I do so look forward to seeing what excitement our marriage brings. I’ll see you bright and early for breakfast tomorrow!” He hollers back at you and so swiftly disappears inside.

“Not on your life.” You mumble to yourself, scoffing at his audacity. “What an insensitive, intolerable arse.” You sigh sitting down on the steps of your new home. You gaze out at the beautiful gardens. The night sky full of stars and a chill had set in, a sign that winter wasn’t far away.

“Excuse me Your Grace.” Looking up from where you had been admiring the patch of red tulips off to your right, you met eyes with a welcome smile.

“I am Johnny, the housekeeper. I run the house and keep all the staff in check. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance Duchess.” You smile softly at him and with his help you stand from where you were on the cold steps.

“The pleasure is mine Johnny. I didn’t think there would be a kind soul here given the master of the house but it appears I am mistaken.” Johnny coughs to cover up his laugh but his smile remains.

“Allow me to escort you to your room, Your Grace, you must be exhausted after the day you’ve had.” His Scottish accent soothed you as he held his arm out for you to take. Hooking your arm with his, you let Johnny guide you inside the manor. The decor and architecture was pleasant on the eyes and by the looks of it very expensive.

Johnny leads you up the grand staircase and into the west wing where he pushed open a cream coloured door to reveal your bedroom. The room was large and painted a dark blue, the four poster bed was the biggest bed you’d ever seen in your life. The fireplace opposite the bed was lit, the wood burning nicely and crackling away creating a lovely atmosphere.

Further in just after the bed were two reading chairs facing the large window, you gaze out of it seeing the very same garden you were looking at before. Except the red tulips were right below you and from here you could see the large pond and the stables.

“Through there are your belongings.” Johnny said, pointing to the door just to the right of the bed, behind you. You had quite forgotten he was there but managed not to show how you flinched at his voice.

You nodded, “I can dress myself for bed, please do not disturb the maids. I wish to sleep now.” You communicated trying to sound as soft as you could.

“Of course Your Grace, I bid you goodnight.” Johnny bowed and left the room, closing the door behind him leaving you all alone. You’re just glad it wasn’t dark in your room. Getting changed out of your layered wedding dress and into your nightdress was a task and a half but you feel accomplished as you crawled into the large bed and snuggled down for sleep.

You are woken up bright and early just as your husband had said. Your maids got you bathed, dressed, and downstairs for breakfast in record time.

Your husband was already inside the dining room, a newspaper in his hand and a cup of tea in the other. He acknowledged you with a good morning but you only nodded back to him and sat down in your seat at the other end of the long, seats fourteen, table. Opposite one another, yet so far away.

A layer of awkwardness settled upon the moment with cutlery scratching against plates, and glasses clinking with the table being the only thing that was heard. Even the servents glanced at each other nervously, the atmosphere tense.

Simon couldn’t help but wonder what had happened to you. You hadn’t said a word this morning, you had a sharp scowl on your face, even the way you buttered your toast was harsh.

“You’re awfully quiet.” He tested the waters, but again you said nothing. Only responding with a nod. “Last night you spoke to me. Or is it that you prefer to mutter things to yourself? What was it you called me again? An insensitive, intolerable arse” he laughed, it was small but held such amusement.

“I must admit, I have never heard such crass language leave a proper young lady’s mouth before.” That makes you pause as you’re about to cut into a sausage, he’d heard you bad mouthing him.

Your cheeks warm with slight embarrassment but Your glare is enough to get him to change the subject, “You’ve hardly eaten your breakfast. Is the food not to your liking? Do I need to have the chef prepare another meal for you?’ At this you shake your head no but that only frustrates Simon even more. “Then might I ask if there is something troubling you?” He tries, eyes holding a curiosity that makes you want to curl in on yourself and hide.

“No” You state.

And that’s it. That’s how it continues for the next two weeks of your marriage. Where other newlyweds would be rolling around together in bed in newly wed bliss. You are avoiding your husband and barely speaking to him during meal times something he is more than happy to point out.

Simon snaps one evening after asking you once more if something is the matter, to which you responded, “What’s it to you?” He most certainly does not take kindly to your attitude.

“Well forgive me if my curiosity is somewhat piqued. You are quite talented at making yourself scarce, so I apologize if my inquiry as to what my wife is thinking is a step over your boundaries!” He slams his knife and fork down on the wooden table.

There is a pause where it seems like the whole world is silent. You stare at your husband, watching closely as he tries to calm down from his outburst. Once he takes his fourth deep breath you decide to speak.

“Do you even care?”

Simon lets out a cold laugh at your question, “Out.” He commands to the servents, they make themselves scarce, the doors shutting behind them.

“Whether I ‘even care’ or not is irrelevant. Like it or not, we are husband and wife. And for the next three months, we must at least look like it.”

“Why should that matter here?” You roll your eyes placing your knife and fork down, though much more gently than Simon did.

“You are truly ignorant if you think we don’t have to pretend even within the confines of this estate. Servants have eyes. And ears. And we have little control over what they choose to share with those outside of this household. I have no doubt word of the state of our marriage has already reached London and spread throughout the Ton.” Simon stands, his chair scratching against the floor as he does. His heavy footsteps make the floorboards creak and it reminds you of your wedding day.

“This is truly disastrous.” Simon says bitterly as he pours himself a drink of amber liquid from one of the many crystal bottles on the side table.

“I’m not exactly having the best time of my life here with you either.” You sit back in your chair, folding your arms over your chest. Defensive and detached.

“Oh I’m well aware, you don’t exactly hide your distaste for me well, and I would be lying if I said the feelings were not the slightest bit mutual. But it would be wise to at least learn to tolerate each other’s presence.” He barks irritatedly swirling the amber liquid around in his glass before knocking it back. The glass is finished in one big gulp, it leads him to pour another before returning to his seat.

“Now with all that settled, I would very much appreciate it if you could cooperate with me in our little endeavor, dear wife.” Simon does what you think is a smile but you’re unsure. It looks more like a vicious dog baring its teeth to you in warning before it bites.

A few moments of silence between the two of you. You didn’t want this. A loveless marriage with a man who had absolutely zero interest in you. At least he wasn’t beating you though, or worse. Your brain pushes those thoughts aside and pushes you to think about what could have been instead.

It makes your heart ache and your eyes well up with tears. The last thing you want to do is cry in front of Simon. You abruptly push your chair back and storm out of the room, slamming the door behind you as you leave.

You’re panting by the time you get to your room, the tears pouring down your face as you heave. You’re on your knees before you know it, sobbing into your hands. The world moves on around you while you cry and pray for a different life. That this is all a dream and you’ll wake up soon in your old house with your old life before your parents decided to give you to this man.

You manage to pull yourself onto your bed where you cry yourself to sleep.

The rain was coming down hard now you noticed, a simple contrast compared to how it drizzled when you had woken up. Well, more like forced awake. The nightmare still fresh in your mind, a life you’d never have, your husband with other women. A loveless marriage and a baron home.

Your nose was blocked and your eyes puffy and sore from your melt down earlier. You washed your face and changed into your white nightgown and dark red robe before lighting a candle and making your way to the library.

The library, you could live and die happily in here. It was full of all your favourites and you always left the room with a smile on your face. A hard contrast to how you had left your bedroom earlier this evening.

You were so immersed in reading when Belle begins to fall in love with the beast that you didn’t even hear the library door slowly creak open.

To be continued…

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[starkwlkr]

Hii!! I had one for the Marvel!Actrice stories.

Can you make one where she gets her hollywood star on the walk of fame the same day that Kevin Feige gets one and Hugh makes a whole speech about her? Thought it would be cute to fit in :))

hopelessly devoted to you | hugh jackman

an: was about to make this hopelessly devoted to hugh.. lol get it? to you? to hugh… I’ll go home (again, reader has no faceclaim so you can imagine anyone you want <3) there’s a big fish and sebastian vettel quote in there so enjoy <3

The day of the walk of fame ceremony was here. It was a hot sunny day in Los Angeles, but you were keeping positive. You were finally joining the walk of fame.

Your whole family was there to witness the moment. Olivia even brought her Polaroid camera to take photos. She had a whole scrapbook filled with Polaroids. Your family was seated in the front row as the ceremony started. Several of your past costars like RDJ, Elizabeth Olsen and Winona Ryder were in attendance to celebrate the milestone.

The presenter started of by giving a speech about your accomplishments while you stood to the side. It felt like forever but eventually the first speech was about to be said by none other than Hugh.

“Twelve years ago, I was here receiving my star. My family was there and it was one of the best days ever. I remember you, my love, saying something in your speech that had stuck with me ever since. She said ‘you are, and ever shall be, my greatest delight’ and that’s what you are to me. We met when we were young. When I first saw you, the world around me had receded into a blur and all I saw was you. To quote one of our favorite movies, ‘they say when you meet the love of your life, time stops, and that’s true’. You have given me the best family and so much love. Also I quickly want to say that if anyone here thinks love at first sight is bullshit, I’ve got my proof right here,” he gave you a quick kiss on the lips as the crowd cheered. “I’m just happy that I met her so early so I didn’t spend a great time looking for her. And to wrap things up, because I can see our daughter shooting glares at me . . . My love, your star here is not just a mark of your achievements, but a symbol of the love and respect you’ve earned from all who know you. I love you, forever and always.”

And with that Hugh and the rest of the crowd clapped for you. You were practically in tears listening to Hugh’s speech. You were definitely going to scold him later for making you cry.

“You deserve this and more.” Hugh whispered to you as he gave you a hug and a kiss on the forehead.

“I hate you right now, you made me cry,” you wiped away a tear. “I love you.”

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Death Wish 12

Warnings: non/dubcon, mentions of crime, violence/abuse and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: mob!Bucky Barnes

Part of the mob drabbles au

Summary: you’re desperate for a way out of your life and you ask a powerful man for help (plus!reader)

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

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"Hm, not that one. Dear, I think the last one was it. Perfectly traditional, without being stuffy," Winnifred insists.

You stare at yourself in the mirror. Your pick is everything you prefer. Simple and easy. Not uncomfortable. Not fussy laces or elaborate beading and endless skirts. Just a dress.

Of course, it wouldn't be good enough for a king. Nor his mother. You temper your disappointment. You assume that will need to become a habit. Your opinion, as always, is secondary.

"I suppose it it a bit plain," you agree, "sure. We can go with the last one."

"Are you sure?" Kitty pushes her shoulders up as she slides to the edge of the seat.

"Yes, it's fine," you assure her.

"Congratulations," the associate steps forward. "Shall we get you back in it?"

"No, you can just put in the order," you say. You are in no rush to have her ream on those laces again.

"Of course, you've had a long day," she agrees sheepishly, if not with a hint of surprise. Eight hours is a long day. Too long to spend in a shop. "You should ring the bell. Since you found your dress."

"The bell?" You question then glance over at the other women. "Okay."

The associate flits off and you stand listless in the dress you'll mourn with your previous life. When she returns, she has a big golden bell. She gives you a speech about your happy day and hands it over. You give it a jingle then just as quickly give it back.

"You sure you don't want to try it on again?" Winnifred asks.

You shake your head, "sorry, it's been a long few days."

"Oh, yes, our condolences," Rebecca intones. "Mother, I think Bucky might already have a few words for us for keeping his bride so long already."

"Yes, despite my best efforts, he can be a greedy little boy," Winnifred laughs.

You attempt a smile. You can imagine it's more of a quiver in your lips. Winnifred stands, the other women as well, your sisters hesitant. The three of you are cautiouslt wading through this new world. One where you're no long insignificant. The threat of your father's disapproval has been replaced by a greater one.

You did this. You and your selfish impulsivity. You could excuse yourself for fear or desperation, but you can blame yourself just as much for not thinking out the consequences. Not that you could ever guess they would involve a white gown and diamond ring.

There is some chatter as you are taken back to the lobby. Winnifred attends to the payment as you retreat in embarrassment. Your sisters exchange a none-so-subtle look of concern.

"Well then, girls," the matriarch turns with an accomplished sigh, "allow us to escort you love bridesmaids home." She declares, "I believe you," she stops in front of you and takes your hand, "are due to meet your beloved. Do tell my son I send my tidings. Certainly it won't be long until I might do so myself."

Your sisters stir nervously. You glance at them and nod. Just do what you're told. It's always been the best strategy.

"That's very kind of you,, Winnifred," Kitty speaks first.

"Ah not at all, I should like to see your side of town. I am painfully nosy, though I might paint it as curiousity," she lets you go. "And you might give me some insight into my future daughter. She is rather enigmatic thus far."

You wince. Of course, it all methodical. You claim your jackets and emerge outside. Wanda, Rebecca, and Natasha claim one car, your sisters and Winnifred the next, and another idles as you approach.

The driver comes around and pulls open the door. You hate that. It feels as if you are a puppet on strings. You move to the tugs and tweaks of Barnes' all reaching hand.

You lower yourself onto the seat, peering on ahead of you, and hesitate before you slide in. You don't expect him to be waiting for you there. The door closes as you shift further in. Barnes' takes your hand before you can settle and kisses your knuckle above the ostentatious stone setting.

"Doll," he purrs.

"Barnes," you greet plaintively.

"Ah, you don't gotta be like that," he drawls as he clings to your hand, his thumb feeling the stones.

"Sorry," you nibble your lip. "I'm only tired."

"Yes, I hope you found something," he says. "Ladies and their dresses."

"Mm, yes," you affirm.

He tuts, "you don't sound very excited."

"Not sure I'm fit to wear white..." you mutter.

"Doesn't bother me, doll. We've both lived lives before we met--"

"Not that," you interject, surprisingly yourself at your curtness. "You know why."

He inhales deeply and sighs, "he got all he had coming. We both know that."

"Yes, but it was me...." you trail off and shrug.

You sense him watching you. You stare ahead and swallow down all those confusing emotions. "It's done, I suppose."

"I respect the apathy, doll, but you don't gotta play cool with me," he insists.

"I don't give-- I don't care about him."

He nods and gives a thoughtful im, "your sisters. Have I not proven myself to you? I told you I'd see to them, I'm a man of my word.”

“I believe it,” you resign. “It's… a lot. I don't think I'm what you think. I don't think I can do this.” You slump in defeat. “I'm not what you're looking for. You've made a bad choice.”

“Hmph,” he scoffs. “That you even got the guts to tell me so shows me you're wrong. You don't know how right you are for me, doll.”

He snakes his arm behind you and pulls you close. “Now you're not gonna roll over and show your belly. Not if you're my woman.”

“I'm not…”

“We were both in that warehouse,” he lowers his voice as his fingertips curl into your hip. His other hand brushes over your lap. “You did what needed to be done. Just like today. Just like yesterday. Every step of the way You've shown me exactly what you say you're not.”

“Bucky, I just wanted to be free,” you latch onto his forearm. “That's all–”

“You're free. And safe. You know what I'd do for you, doll? What I'll do to keep you safe? Happy? To keep you mine.” He leans in to nuzzle your cheek, “that's the one thing about me you haven't figured out. I'm stubborn. I put my mind to something and I do it. Exactly what you did when you showed up battered and begging–”

“Please,” you rasp and his nose tickles down your cheek and he dips down to kiss your neck. His lips and beard send a tingle through you.

“On my honour, you'll never look like that again. You'll never be bruised and the hand that dares to lay a single blemish on you will be cut off,” he nips your skin.

The tenor of his voice brooks no doubt nor the tight grip his keeps on your thigh. His hot breath blooms around your neck and he growls. You made a deal with the devil and now he's come to collect.

[winisayswhat]

Fairy Whispers

🧚‍♂️ 🧚‍♀️ soft and comforting hug from fairies 🧚‍♀️ 🧚‍♂️

Pile 1 Pile 2

PILE 1

You have so much inner power and strength within you , enough to shake up the world , but you aren't letting yourself use the power , there is a sense of denial in you , it's like you're quiet ignorant towards your own powers , there might be people under estimating you because you are refusing to utilize the power within you , be more confident , put yourself out it the world love , you are so magical and powerful , you deserve the world ,the universe , the heaven , and much more . You have so many people secretly admiring you , their heart fills up with joy when they see you or are with you , they feel seen and heard, so stop feeling lonely or like a chooped out piece, you add depth and love to people's life ,knowingly and unknowingly . You don't need anyone , people need you , you are the embodiment of supreme powers , you are not just another existing being in the jungle , the jungle belongs to you , and you're the king/queen 👑 .

You are very humble about your talent and knowledge , stop it. So many people are feeding upon your lack of showcase of talent , go out in the world and project your talents, we fairies will season it with our magical glitter ! You're so smart that we're in awe ! You're so humble my child , I wish I could give you a hug , I hope people saw the infinity magic that you embody , but hey , superheroes and fairies are just simple people with extraordinary powers and not everybody is meant to see it 😌.

Go out be adventurous , you have zest for life, go out and own it, you have such great leadership qualities that people are jealous ! You were born with it . You might sometimes feel that you get the toughest battles , but guess what , God gives his best children the toughest battles ,because God knows you're IT CHILD of the curb.

There will be turbulences and unpleasant situations in future , but don't worry me and the lord have your back ! Don't cry, dont shy , just be happy and spread joy ! And if anything does go wrong, my glitter will fix it all ♡

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PILE 2

You're surrounded by loving, supportive energy, and the fairies are here to guide you! 🧚‍♀️💖 You've recently experienced heartbreak or emotional pain, but don't worry, you're stronger than you think .The fairies advise you to take a step back, assess your situation, and be patient with yourself and others . You're nearing a milestone or accomplishment, and it's essential to trust in your abilities and wisdom .It's the test of times and I bet you shall pass it . The universe is testing how strong you're, so that it could evaluate you and reward you !!

You might often feel stagnant in life and confused, too many options ? Too many thoughts ? No progress? Don't worry , this shall last for a while , it's building you for the future life . You are an empress , the more you trust and nurture yourself ,the more you'll be universe's favourite child ! Celebrate yourself daily , because you're special & shall always be💗

Stay positive and focused on your goals . You may receive an emotional or romantic invitation, or experience a strong intuitive connection with someone .Be mindful of your thoughts and emotions, and practice mental discipline to overcome anxiety and worry . Trust your inner guidance and wisdom, and take time for introspection and self-reflection . You tend to avoid it or lack discipline in your spiritual routine . Whatever you do , do it with 100% dedication .

You might feel like you're lagging compared to others and there might be lots of self doubt and uncertainty, but it only gets better and better with time !

Focus on developing your skills, paying attention to detail, and taking pride in your work .You may receive new opportunities for financial growth and abundance ,but you need to be opem for it ,stop doubting yourself and your rewards . You're on the verge of a new beginning, and the fairies encourage you to approach this journey with trust, and open heart .

Trust your intuition and inner wisdom, and listen to your inner voice . Cultivate mental clarity and focus to navigate your spiritual journey . You're a powerful, magical being, and the fairies are honored to guide you on your path!

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[arc-misadventures]

The Emerald Dress

Coco: No!

Rin: But...?!

Coco: NO!

Rin: But, what if I...?!

Coco: I said, NO!

Jaune: Coco, what's wrong?

Coco: Since your team won the Vytal Festival, you are of course going to the, Champion's Ball.

Jaune: Okay.

Coco: So, while this is a black tie event. So , Rin needs to dress appropriately for it. And, I managed to get a few dresses for, Nora, and Pyrrha.

Jaune: I saw those dresses you chose for them; Absolutely stunning. You've really outdone yourself.

Coco: Twas an easy task to accomplish~! But, Rin here! She's being a problem...!

Jaune: What did you do?

Rin: I said I don't need a new dress, I'll just wear the one I had at the dance we had at, Beacon a few weeks ago.

Coco: You will not wear that thing!

Jaune: Ah. I see you thought it was bland too, Coco.

Coco: Bland?! Porridge is bland; that thing has a much character as a blindfold is useful for a blind man!

Jaune: Ohhh.. ouch...

Rin: It wasn't that bad...

Coco: That's why! For this dance I have found the perfect dress for, Rin to wear... And, she is refusing to wear it!

Jaune: Why?

Rin: Because I don't need another dress! I'm fine with the one I have. But, Coco says I can't! Something about crimes against fashion...

Jaune: Well, do you know what kind of dress she wants you to wear?

Rin: Well... N-No...

Jaune: Well then. Why don't you see it, and then make your judgement.

Rin: ...

Rin: Fine...

Jaune: Excellent! Coco, the dress?

Rin: Finally...

~~~

Coco: Ta-da~!

Jaune: (Whistles~!)

Jaune: My oh my, you have out done yourself yet again, Coco.

Rin: ...

Coco: Did you expect anything else~?

Jaune: No, I'm just impressed.

Coco: So, what do you think, Rin?

Rin: It's... It's really pretty...

Coco: Ha! Told you~!

Rin: But...

Coco: But...?

Rin: It's too pretty for me... It won't good on me...

Coco: Excuse me?

Jaune: What?! What are you talking about, Rin? You'll look absolutely divine in this dress! You'll be the most beautiful person at the ball.

Rin: Y-You really think so...?

Jaune: I know it.

Rin: ...

Rin: I-If I wear this dress... W-Will you share a... a dance with me...?

Jaune: Well, I promised a dance with, Nora, and Pyrrha. But, all you need to do ask, and I'll dance the whole night away with you.

Rin: Oh... T-Thank you, Jaune...

Jaune: My pleasure, Rin.

Coco: Ohhh~?

Rin: Okay... shall we try on the dress now, Coco?

Coco: sure, get behind the curtain, I'll join you in a moment to help you put it on.

Rin: Okay.

Jaune: ...

Jaune: Nice going, Coco. Rin will look beautiful in that dress.

Coco: I aim to please. Now shoo! I need to help the little lady.

Jaune: Alright, alright I'm going!

Coco: Oh! One more thing before you go.

Jaune: Yes?

Coco: Be careful out there, Jaune; If you play your cards right, the party won't end at the ball~!

Jaune: ...

Jaune: Wha...?

[roxygen22]

The Beautiful Boy Bus Stop Story was so cute! Would it be too much to ask for a part 2? The interactions between the pair was adorable! Love your stories. :)

Ask and ye shall receive! What do y'all think? Does it need a Part 3?

Bus Stop (Part 2)

Catch up on Part 1 here

Ever the gentleman, Nic held the door to the diner open for you. Once he stepped in after you, he scanned the room.

"Wow, it's like straight from a 50's TV show," he mused. Before you could respond, a voice rang out from the kitchen.

"Hey, [Y/N]! Have a seat, honey, and we'll be right with you," one of the servers called.

"Sooooo, do you come here often?" Nic joked as he followed you to your usual booth and sat across from you, facing away from the kitchen.

You shrugged and put on an innocent face. "Sometimes, I get tired of my own cooking." He didn’t need to know [yet] just how domestically challenged you were.

Cheryl, who often waited on you when you stopped by after work, appeared at the end of the table. "I was wondering if I would see you this week! And I see you brought a friend this time." She grinned and winked at you as she set down the menus in front of each of you. "What can I get you two to drink?"

You blushed at her lack of subtlety, hoping Nic wouldn't be put off. "I'll have a Coke."

"I'll just have some water, please," Nic responded politely.

"One water, one Coke, coming right up. I'll give you some time to look over the menu." As she stepped toward the kitchen, Cheryl turned on her heel and waved to get your attention. She pointed at Nic with one hand and signaled a thumbs up with the other. "Nice!" she mouthed.

You dropped your chin to hide the smile pulling at the corners of your lips. Luckily, Nic didn't seem to notice as he browsed the options. Not needing the menu, you took the chance to study his face up close. The way his dark hair curled into perfectly tousled ringlets. The light dusting of freckles across his cheekbones. The small scar just to the left of his no-

Your investigation was cut short when he set down the menu and looked back at you with those gorgeous eyes framed by lush lashes.

"So, uh, do you work downtown? I assumed since you're already on the southbound route when I get on the bus," he inquired.

You shook yourself from your stupor. "Oh, yes, I do. I'm a paralegal at Warner, Fitzgerald, and Associates. But, I'm studying to be a lawyer, though."

"A lawyer, huh? Impressive. How much lo-"

Before he could continue, Cheryl returned and set the drinks down on the table. "Alright, are we ready to order?" Nic gestured for you to speak first.

"I'll just have my usual," you said, handing the menu that you never opened back to her.

"And you, dear?" Cheryl asked, turning to Nic.

"I'll, uh, have the same." He flashed a smile at you before handing over his menu. "Thank you."

After Cheryl turned away, you leaned forward toward him. "You don't even know what my usual is."

Nic shrugged. "Perhaps not, but everything on the menu looked good."

You giggled and sat back. "Well, prepare to be amazed, then." He smiled that gorgeous smile in return that caused you to glitch again. Was there anything not perfect about this guy?

Realizing you were probably all but drooling at this point, you cleared your throat to break the brief awkward silence and regain your composure. "So what about you?"

"Hmm?" He tilted his head to the side like a confused puppy. An adorable one.

"Sorry. What do you do for work?" you clarified.

"I'm, uh...I'm a writer."

"You don't seem too sure about that, Nic," you teased, but then quickly froze, realizing that he probably wasn't yet ready for your brand of humor. To your relief, he chuckled and clasped his hands on the table.

"I am putting it out into the universe that I will be an accomplished author one day. But in the meantime, I am working downtown at the news station while I am going back to school."

"Back?" you ask curiously.

"Well, I didn't finish the first time due to some, uh, complications. I had to figure some things out about life first."

You could tell by the way Nic cast his eyes down to the table that there was more to the story than could be unpacked at present. Without thinking, you reached out and placed your hand on top of his.

"A winding road makes for a much more interesting story than the straight and narrow, Mr. Writer," you replied reassuringly.

Nic glanced up at you and half-smiled before looking down again at your hand. "I suppose you're right." He rotated one palm up to hold yours.

A tiny gasp escaped your lips. ::Is this really happening?:: you thought to yourself. Nic's thumb grazed your knuckles, leaving a trail of fire from his touch. Much to your chagrin, Cheryl cut the moment short by walking up with your plates. Nic cleared his throat and pulled back to make room on the table.

"Here we go," she announced. "Two open-faced cheeseburgers with a fried egg on top and a side of curly fries. Enjoy! I'll check on you again in a bit."

"Wow," Nic exclaimed. "Can't say I've ever had an egg on a burger before."

"Don't knock it 'til you've tried it," you responded before unabashedly taking a huge, ungraceful bite of your own burger, leaving a bit of mustard on the corner of your lip.

"You've, uh, got something right...," he paused to point at his own cheek to demonstrate.

"Oh!" You hurriedly grabbed your napkin to wipe it away, bringing attention to your deep blushing.

Nic laughed. "Hey, it's cool, it's cool! Now, where do I even start with this burger?" He joined the halves and brought it to his mouth, manfully taking a big bite to match yours. He chewed a moment before his face lit up. "Oh man!"

"See?! And you dared doubt me," you teased.

"I vow to never doubt you again." Nic locked eyes with you and blushed with his own admission. He laughed it off, and the two of you continued to chow down, occasionally taking a break to talk about classes, what the other likes to do for fun, and other enjoyable small talk.

Cheryl stopped by to check on you as you both picked at the last of your fries. "Can I get you two anything else? Maybe the usual milkshake?"

"Oh, no, I'm stuffed," you admitted.

"Maybe next time," Nic added as he retrieved his wallet.

::Next time?!:: Your heart raced. Cheryl picked up on it, too, and winked at you again when she returned his card.

Check closed, you and Nic slowly walked out of the diner. "I had fun tonight. Getting asked out on a date was not how I pictured today going, but I'm here for it," he said, hands in his pockets as he walked alongside you down the street toward your place.

"Same. While there was some premeditation on my part," you replied through a laugh, "I didn't dare speculate what would happen after I said hello."

"I'm glad you did. Say hello, I mean."

"Me, too." You slowed to a stop, forcing him to stop and turn back to you. "As much as I don't want this evening to end, this is my street." You jutted your thumb at the street sign at the intersection. "Will I see you on the bus tomorrow?" you asked, hope evident in your tone.

"I have a, uh, standing meeting after class on Wednesdays."

"Oh, right." You visibly deflated. "I forgot today is Tuesday, not Monday. You never get on the bus on my commute home on Wednesdays."

"You notice when I'm not there?" Nic asked in disbelief.

"Always." You smiled as you looked up into his eyes, following his movement as he stepped in closer.

"[Y/N]?" he breathed.

"Yes?"

"Can I kiss you?"

Masterlist

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Part 3

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[thewriteblrlibrary]

A Step-by-Step Marketing Guide so we can spite traditional publishers (and make people cry).

~ This is a guide specific for fiction/writeblr. All of this is for free and there is little social media posting/ads involved (unless you want to venture into that). ~

Within the writeblr spheres, there's this underlying hope that our stories will find their audience. Perhaps we'll have a fandom full of fanart and video essays, or maybe we'll be an instant classic and sit on collectors' beloved bookshelves. Our stories could sit within the deepest corners of someone's heart and maybe they never tell a soul about what's so special to them. Maybe our stories become those 'underrated masterpieces'.

Or we just want to see people ugly cry over our writing.

Whatever your hope may be, marketing is an important path to venture on (especially because traditional publishers are rejecting diverse books in favor of ones that are already famous + the whole sub-par machine thing they seem obsessed with.)

And thus, my childhood marketing obsession will hopefully be of use to you. This is all for free (unless you want to spend money) and you don't need to figure out social media platforms (unless you want to, and this guide works if you decide to take that route too.)

Step One: Characters

Marketing spheres will define these fictious people as 'avatars' or 'the target audience'. You could also call them characters. Because that's what they are: fictional people.

For this step, you shall create characters that would love your story.

And here's some great news: You've already done this.

Perhaps you wrote your story to comfort a prior version of yourself. Perhaps each character in your story holds an aspect of your personality. Perhaps you were ridiculously self-indulgent and made the story you would've loved to read. These are all possible characters you can reuse for marketing.

Write down 2-4 quick archetypes for these characters. You'll chose an aspect of your story (characters, themes, or the younger-self that you wrote it for) and write a thumbnail sketch. (Main issue, fears, wants, personality traits if they relate to the main issue.)

I'll do it for my story (the Land of the Fallen Fairies) down below:

Anuli-like (my MC): Overthinking and aloof. Wants a happy ending but thinks their current personality/character isn't good enough for one. The present stales in comparison to the past/the childhood they lost. The 'gifted theater kids'. Kamari-like (side character): Postpones happiness in favor of creating a perfect schedule/getting accomplishments. Heavy masking. Creative but doesn't create anymore. Promises themself they'll enjoy themselves later, when they've earned it. Workaholics. My younger self: Wanting a fantasy escapism to embody the traits they wish they had in real life. Dissatisfied and worried about reality. Perfectionists. Self-indulgent: People who love plants and forests and fantasy worlds far away from reality/humanity.

Great! Now it's time to find these characters.

Step Two: Setting.

(Let's assume you're using the internet for your marketing. But a similar method works for real life too.)

Where do the characters live?

In order to figure that out, we need to discover the characters' interests, what they watch to solve their problems, and who they find #relatable.

(You can do this for each character or for all the characters at once.)

For example:

Anuli-like -

interests: Stories. Analysis videos. Fantasy escapism. Things that remind them of their childhood. (so nature, warmth, comfort, play, imagination and the times they would actually enjoy learning.)

Places to look: Nature quotes, ambience videos, children's shows and fairytales (comfort shows). Fandom culture - fanfic video essays, fan art.

Solving problems (the problem being wanting a 'happy ending' but feeling that their personality/lifestyle/characteristics aren't right for one): Mindfulness things. Self-healing. Quotes and meditations and candles galore. Slow living. Nature vlogs. Self care. All that 'live in the moment' culture.

Places to look: Slow living. Nature vlogs. The 'softer self-help' (spirituality stuff. Magic/ overnight answers). Witchcraft. 'aesthetic nature' places. Guided meditations.

#relatable: Burnt out gifted kids. People who think so much that their life passes them by. Storytellers and creative who create to make sense of the world. People who like dark, gory things in spite of who they want to be. People who don't like reality.

Places to look: Those 'learn better and remember everything' places. (The 'burnt-out gifted kid' recovery places.) Stop overthinking spots. Those quotes on Pinterest from poetic people who think too much /aff. Storyteller places. Dark academia. Classical music. One off quotes/ poetry.

Okie dokie. Once you have this, find channels, social media accounts, blogs, songs, books, etc. that fit with the categories you wrote down. (They should appeal to the characters) You can search up some of the terms you listed into searches and see who pops up. Bonus points if you find people that overlap with multiple sections.

I know I didn't include booktube or booktok in here. You can if you want too. But those can be a bit... 'consume these 500 books'. You also want to find other places where people who would like you story live, even if they don't follow booktube or booktok.

Congrats! Now you know where your characters live!

Step Three: the scary part

Take everyone you found on your search for the settings and write them down a list. Make sure you get an email/contact info. (they usually list them somewhere under 'for business inquires') Also feel free to watch their content and get to know what attributes these settings have.

And now... we talk to them. about our stories. You can do it. I believe in you.

This called 'pitching your product' in marketing spheres. But you can be informal about it.

I know it can be difficult to talk about your work, so here's a tone to have:

'I made this thing I like and I think you'll like it too'.

What you'll do is send an email (or dm) that goes like this (inspired by Creative Hive on youtube):

Hi [name],

[Genuine compliment]

[Quick sentence or two about your story. Include the themes and who it appeals to. If you have a logline/sentence summary, include that. But I find that the underlying themes and 'who's it's for' is more engaging.

For my story, I might say something like.

I've written a story you might enjoy, since you like [interest]. It's called the Land of the Fallen Fairies. It's a nature-themed commentary on the pursuit of happiness and fixing yourself to deserve that happiness, told by an overthinking, unreliable, houseplant narrator. It was supposed to comfort me when I got frustrated with myself and my happiness chasing, and I hope it can comfort others too.

(That's probably a bit long and I can trim it down a bit.)

You can phrase it like a gift if you want too.]

[Call to action.

'If you like it, I'd appreciate a mention on your [platform].

I know this part may be difficult to mention (imposter syndrome is not fun.) But I promise that if they do like it, they'll be happy to mention it.]

If they don't respond within... four-ish days? (A week at most). then you can include a follow up. For this you can include a template with info about your story. This way it's easy for them to talk about your story.

The template:

title

genre

blurb

Author

where to find the book

Bonus points if you have an additional, physical thing to send them.

Congrats! Now do this pitching process a few times until you've covered most of your bases. (Pitch to as many people as you can. It will get more comfortable as you do it. Play your favorite song and don't let yourself think too hard about it.)

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The benefits of this process are that you find people that are already interested in the themes and vibes of your story (in comparison to to ads, which get shoved in everyone's faces.). Someone your audience already trusts will talk about it, which means you don't need to do all this trial and error to find your audience and make content for them.

It's basically a bunch of people talking about something they like!

AND you diversify your audience across niches, but with an underlying theme/interests. Booktok/booktube must appeal to everyone, so it's a hit or miss for recommendations. (Unless there is someone that specifically does one genre/type of story.)

From here you can do fun little things to build up hype and make the book launch feel like this fun event. (I love it when that happens so here's my thoughts about trying to create an event with your story... although that may require another post entirely.)

preorder goals

charity goals

Arg's and puzzles

fund with side plushies and trinkets

Book blog tour

book boxes

as many memes as you can make

rewards (like bookmarks or posters or smth) that people can get for supporting

Talk about the process of creating your story. I know this one channel called 'Dead Sound' that creates 'making of' videos for his short films and they are some of the best videos on youtube.

Okay dear storyteller! Now go forth and share your story with the world!

Additional resources:

Creative Hive <-- a youtube channel that goes through the pitching process.

This video is also very good <-- Haven't watched the rest of the channel but I assume it's also good.

One of the best marketing channels on the internet (the videos are actually entertianing to watch.

Seth Goldin <-- I read his book and took the parts I liked and modified for storytelling marketing.

Dead Sound <-- propaganda to watch the short film series he has (he did the whole 2-d 3-d style wayyyy before spiderverse did... and he's one person making these. One person. It's amazing.

Glitch <--- If someone can figure out how The Amazing Digital Circus was marketed then I will pay you money. It seems to be a lot of memes and funny things.

[dilvuc]

╰┈ chapter iv. | tour.

The next day, Neuvillette was dressed for the day to continue his bond with [Y]. The white haired hydro dragon knocked on the pyro dragon’s door, “[Y]? Have you awoken?” But there was no response, so he knocked again and yet again, no response.

Worried, Neuvillette muttered an apology and walked on in the bedroom. He flinches when he notices clothes on the floor, much to his confusion. He then looks up to see the pyro dragon resting with his upper body exposed to the cold air and his lower body being covered by a blanket. His upper body was exposed enough for Neuvillette to see the battle scars that were left during the battle.

The hydro dragon frowns, knowing that he's responsible for those scars on the taller male’s body. He slowly walked over to examine the scars. He reaches his bare hand out to carefully touch the scars by tracing his finger over it.

“Were we that bad back then? What were we thinking…?” Neuvillette thought to himself as he was about to reach to caress [Y]’s face, but his wrist swiftly grabbed and was quickly pulled on his back in bed. Rough hands slammed on the bed, trapping him between. The hydro dragon was caught off guard when he realized that the nude taller male had awoken and pin him down in bed. He noticed that [Y] was glaring into his eyes, not realizing that he was growling until the taller male realized that it was Neuvillette.

“Apologies. I thought you were an intruder…” [Y] apologized, letting Neuvillette go. The hydro dragon covers his mouth with his face being red, “No need to apologize, but…why aren't you wearing any clothes?”

“Sorry, it was comfortable this way…”

“Aah~” [Y] yawned. Neuvillette chuckled, “Did you and Citali have a goodnight sleep?”

“I’ve been up all night improving my writing, but we slept well.” [Y] responded before turning to Neuvillette, “Did you sleep well, Neuvillette?”

“...Of course. I’ve slept pretty well…” the hydro dragon stated. “Shall we continue our bonding? What would you like to do?”

“Hm…” [Y] hummed, rubbing his chin. One of the melusine overheard the conversation and decided to form a suggestion, “I suggest that Monsieur [Y] can explore Fontaine. There's so much to see. You two have all day to explore Fontaine. I'm sure Monsieur [Y] will enjoy it.”

“...Huh. You're not wrong, dear. Perhaps we could explore Fontaine. There's so much to see.” Neuvillette hummed. “I can show you the sea creatures as well.”

“Oh? That's not a bad idea after all. Let's do that.” [Y] nodded.

“Mission accomplished.” The melusine beamed.

“This is the Steambird, the main newspaper of the Court of Fontaine. It's read all across Teyvat. They reported everything to the newspaper. They also reported people's stories.” Neuvillette explained to the taller male. The pyro dragon found it interesting, but he felt that they spread personal stories without other content. He's not a fan of that.

Neuvillette handed [Y] a newspaper to read. The taller male slips on his glasses before reading it. He perks up with interest, “...A Merchant Has Been Found Innocent: a merchant was framed for an unexpected murder of a…melusine and child, however there's evidence found with the fingerprint of the real killer belonging to the a who disguises himself as a officer. The killer will be executed in three days.”

[Y] furrowed his eyebrows at the information. What monster could kill an innocent child and melusine? They have no right to do such horrifying things to innocent beings. The taller male sighed, “Being executed is the right thing. We cannot let this monster off killing those poor innocent lives and get away with it. I hope the children rest in peace…”

Neuvillette was close to making it rain when the pyro dragon read the news, but he managed to hold it back upon seeing how caring [Y] was.

“Apologize for giving you that newspaper. It probably triggered something in you.” Neuvillette apologized.

“...It’s fine. It's my fault for reading out loud. I know it'll rain.” [Y] said. He knew Neuvillette was close to crying since he knows we'll, but not too well. “You cry very easily…”

Neuvillette sweatdropped, “...Ah…Are you calling me a crybaby?”

“Can’t decline that you are.” [Y] deadpanned, causing Neuvillette to pout. The hydro dragon frowns , “Now, that's not very nice.”

“Hydro dragon, hydro dragon, don't cry.” [Y] teased as his hair turned bright [c], he was having fun teasing Neuvillette. Neuvillette huffed, “I suggest you stop joking around.”

“Sorry, I thought teasing you was fun.” The [h] haired male said. Neuvillette sulked, “That wasn't funny.”

“Sorry~ Citali finds it amusing, too.” [Y] stroke the cat's fur.

“Meow~”

“Not you too, Monsieur Citali…”

“This is Vasari Passage, the location where the large fountain is located.” Neuvillette led [Y] to the large fountain. The taller male hummed, “This whole place is filled with water…”

“Meow~” Citali meows with agreement.

“This is ruled by the hydro archon…” Neuvillette said, staring up at the fountain. [Y] spoke, “Your city is a marvelous place even after I wrecked this place 400 years ago. The city is a whole lot more peaceful than I thought, however…I can confirm that this isn't a happy-go-lucky place for your archon, who has been suffering for 500 years. The sorrow just never goes away…”

“...” The hydro dragon frowns, clenching on his cane.

“...I’ve…ruined the mood again. Apologies. I don't usually see that many happy faces recently. So excuse my words.” [Y] apologized. Neuvillette brushes off the apology, “No need to apologize. We should move onto something that'll catch your interest.”

“Hm…?”

[Y] stared at the vehicle that was floating on the water. He has never ridden in a vehicle, but…he also didn't want to ride it. Neuvillette and a melusine, noticed the taller male just staying there in silence with his hair turning into a rainbow once again.

“[Y]? Is something wrong?” Neuvillette asked. [Y] frowned, “...I don't think I can do this right now…”

“...? Are you afraid to ride in a vehicle?” Neuvillette tilted his head. The pyro dragon’s hair turned pale blue as he muttered under breath which was enough for the hydro dragon to hear, “...Yes…”

Citali leaped off of the male's shoulder and sat on the seat. [Y] curse under his breath, knowing that his companion decided to ride it, yet he's still not ready. Elphane has an idea, “Monsieur Neuvillette, maybe you could hold his hand throughout the whole ride to the Opera Epiclese?”

“Ah, that's a good idea, dear.” Neuvillette perked up before standing up from his seat and held his hand out to [Y], “I'll hold your hand throughout the tour. Just stay close to me and you'll be ok.”

“...” The pyro dragon stares at the hydro dragon's hand for a split second before grabbing it. Neuvillette helped the male on the vehicle and led him to sit next to him. [Y] kept his grasp on Neuvillette’s hand until they reached their destination.

“It's ok. You'll get used to the ride.” Neuvillette smiled gently, using his free hand to pat the pyro dragon’s hand. [Y] groan, placing his head on Neuvillette’s shoulder, catching him off guard, “Sorry, I need to rest just in case. Hope you don't mind.”

“I…I don't mind…” Neuvillette blushed.

Elphane smirks proudly, managing to get the two closer to each other, but the biggest plan is just ahead to get them even closer.

╭      ⁞ ❏. facts/question of the day

┊      ⁞ ❏. [y] isn't a fan of moving vehicle

┊      ⁞ ❏. from now on, [y] will ride the vehicle if neuvillette is riding it

┊      ⁞ ❏. what's the biggest plan ahead? (hint: you'll need to get lynette's lvl up materials from there)

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[srbachchan]

DAY 6119

Jalsa, Mumbai Nov 19, 2024/Nov 20 Tue/Wed 3:12 pm

Birthdays exist .. birthdays be brought for the greetings .. but even though none today to mention, they all remain in our hearts and minds ..

Work continues and with the required reverence it has always deserved .. and may it ever be so .. work without the audience is a misnomer ..

They come they cheer they give recognition and we get motivated and inspired to give them more than what they give us and mean to us ..

And they do each KBC session .. my love and gratitude as ever ..

❤️

I present to them with tongue caught between the lips .. and feel embarrassed to have done that .. but it is an expression of joy and at times deep wonder ..

And then the embarrassed feel and look ..

... and as ever the encourage to the contestants to be in smile ..

yesyesyes .. YES .. smile and the World shall smile with you .. !!!

BUT i smile today and with pride and great emotion for the Son and my Abhishek for his work .. assiduous , tremendous joy and the appreciation of one of the very known and complemented film critics and journalists - Shri Subhash Jha ..

Amitji, I can't wait for you to see what Abhishek has done

The dedication, the sincerity

This is a new beginning for him

I do .. because I do .. I show because I show .. I admire because I admire .. I express because I express .. !!

क्या कर लोगे !!!??

AND THAT IS THE DIFFERENCE ..

TO BE DIFFERENT ..

for be it known .. at the helm of difference , it is they that have caused fresh new thoughts and inventions .. and are remembered to date ..

normal is normalcy .. it is also a norm and one that brings faith in the normal .. but the DIFFERENT have ever had a renowned and remembered place ..

Being different is often viewed as a double-edged sword, but it carries undeniable appeal, earning respect and even popularity in many situations. In a world driven by conformity, standing out demonstrates courage and authenticity—traits that resonate deeply with others. Whether it’s through personality, talents, or ideas, being different can make one a trailblazer in their field.

Take Steve Jobs, for example. His unconventional approach to technology and design didn’t align with industry norms, yet it revolutionized how we interact with devices today. His difference wasn’t just appealing; it earned him global respect and admiration.

Being different often involves taking risks, but it garners respect when it comes from a place of genuine conviction. Society values those who are authentic and offer fresh perspectives. This uniqueness also drives popularity, as people are drawn to the new and the extraordinary.

Ultimately, being different appeals because it challenges the status quo, fosters innovation, and creates connections. It’s not just about standing out but about making an impactful difference in the world.

YOU SHALL BE .. ABHISHEK .. BECAUSE OF WHO YOU ARE AND WHO YOU HAVE BEEN .. a creative mind that has ever done attempted and succeeded in what you created and believed in your work ..

"The only way to do something in depth is to work hard. And the only way to work hard is to find something you're passionate about. And the only way to find something you're passionate about is to try a lot of different things." - Steve Jobs

"Don't be afraid of being different. Be afraid of being the same as everyone else." -

"Different is beautiful. Don't be afraid to be yourself." -

"The most beautiful thing you can be is yourself." -

"To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment." -

"Being different isn't a bad thing. It means you're brave enough to be yourself." -

Love to you Abhishek .. WAGTFTW !!! ❤️

Pa

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Vil, Jack: a Strength that Shines

Ayyy, it’s the childhood friends (?) from the Shaftlands!! It feels like forever since we last got any significant interactions between Vil and Jack. Nice to see them chatting again~

bdjwvsjsGuabs THAT GROOVY THOUGH… Vil looks so judgmental and dismissive 😭 Channeling all his Mean Girl energy to diss Neige Snow White, lol

A Tale as Old as Time.

Four sides drew together to form a glittering box. A lovely maiden rested within the coffin-like casing of the photo frame. Her lips as red as blood, her hair as dark as ebony, and her skin as fair as snow.

She was circled by foliage, her sun-dappled face tilting up, disarmed by some distant call. The girl cupped her dainty hands together, housing a small baby blue bird in her palms. Kindness, goodness, grace—she exuded all of them.

Vil scoffed, tossing golden hair over his shoulder. Her smile was reminiscent of a rival celebrity, one pure as a dove's feathers.

So carefree, so cheery.

How irritating, he sighed.

"One ought to be more cautious in the woods. Who knows what dangers might lurk nearby, wishing to enact harm upon her.

"For a glamour shot though... Hmm, yes. This composition is acceptable. The sunlight is angled upon her face in a pleasing way—it casts a golden glow on her pale visage and highlights the highest points: cheeks, nose, chin, and forehead. The impression is one of total innocence.”

A soft grunt sounded from beside him.

"She's... shining," Jack commented plainly. His critique, clipped. “Didn’t you do a photo shoot like this recently? Similar place and everything.”

Vil’s beauty was momentarily marred by a grimace. “Yes, as promotional material for an upcoming film. However, the feel of it was completely different than what you see here.”

Shadows instead of sunlight. Temptation in the place of innocence.

He, poised amid the creeping branches and dark leaves, a tatter cloak clinging to his curves. A single, crimson apple in his grasp, a sultry look directed at the camera.

He tried to picture himself like the girl in the frame countless times over. Kneeling among the woodland creatures, smiling so serenely. Any pro could pull it off—he included.

But the image never turned out right in his mind.

Not the right amount of sweetness, not natural enough.

Not quite the same.

Not at all.

Blood, sweat, tears. Sacrifices made at the altar. Yet still, the world yielded nothing but broken promises and shattered dreams. The splintered parts and shambles of them, he gathered, forming his own makeshift hope and determination.

He couldn’t give in here.

Vil’s perfectly groomed brows scrunched up.

“I shall have to endeavor to work even harder. I’m not satisfied with things as they are now.”

“Heh.” Jack cocked a small, lopsided grin. “Keeping on the grind… That’s just like you. You've got this."

“Obviously. Nothing will get accomplished otherwise.” Vil’s eyes passed over to the beastmen. “Presumably, you are doing the same."

"Yeah. Haven't skipped a day of my training regimen." Jack slapped a hand on his bicep, which fit snuggly in his glittering white sleeve. "We'll take out RSA next track and field meet!"

"I'd certainly hope so. If I am to taste sweet revenge, I'd prefer it be by my own hand... but I trust you to deliver in my place. I expect good news when next we speak. Do not disappoint me."

"Yessir!" Jack's tail wagged enthusiastically. He stood alert, saluting like a loyal knight. “I'll do my best!"

“Then it looks as though we both have our long-term goals set.” The dorm leader planted his hands on his waist—slim, cinched.

"Yours is...?"

"To surpass myself." Vil jerked his chin toward the girl in the painting. "To shine so brightly that my name not only goes down in history, but overshadows that which was written before."

"That's some big dream you have." Jack shook his head. "The scale's beyond what I can imagine. But knowing how stubborn you are, Vil-senpai... You seriously won't quit until you make that dream come true."

"My, my. Stubborn, am I?" He smirked, arms crossed. "I do believe it takes one to know one.

"You stand back and watch. I'll show you just how dazzling I can be."

His eyes held a steeliness to them. It was matched only by the same in Jack’s. Two strong men and their wills, meeting on equal grounds.

Jack simply nodded—an acknowledgment, an acceptance, of his upperclassman’s confidence. Overwhelming, like a powerful wave, a strong storm, a blazing inferno. He almost felt compelled to drop to one knee, to kneel before such a presence.

Vil turned away from the painting, his arms unraveling from one another. His movements were graceful, nearly ballet-like. And his expression—

Jack caught him mid-laugh. The snooty, airy kind, half-sincere, half-sarcastic. Brows upturned, mouth twisted in a faux sympathetic smile. Flaxen waves framing his lovely features.

His lips moved.

“I’ll topple you from your throne,” Vil vowed.

It was then that Jack noticed.

Vil-senpai's shining like the fair maiden.

[calisources]

THE   ROYAL   TREATMENT.   all   sentences   are   either   taken   from   fantasy   or   fictional   and   historical   novels   about   kings,   queens,   royal   blood   and   some   sparked   romance   and   magic.   change   all   pronouns   and   names,   locations   as   you   see   fit.

“You are enough to drive a saint to madness or a king to his knees.”

“She was a ray of sunshine, a warm summer rain, a bright fire on a cold winter’s day, and now she could be dead because she had tried to save the man she loved.”

“He was a man known for the violence of his temper as well as the deliciousness of his touch.”

“Am I making you nervous, Natalie?”

“Sad it is, the fate of kings.”

“Go to this masquerade ball with your new friends, put on a pretty gown, and dance the night away.”

“Repentance is like a royal cheer.”

“Even the small joys are worth cherishing, and they will lead to greater ones.”

“when you become king shall find many difficult tasks and you shall have to hurt others and yourself.”

“The throne brings trouble and grief along with the glory.”

“Anger is a feeling afforded only by royal blood. Ordinary people ask for mercy in such situations.”

“True leadership is serving others; follow Queen Elizabeth's noble example.”

“Success isn't wealth or status; impact matters.”

“The power of empowerment can change the world, one person at a time.”

“Leadership is service, not a throne to seize.”

“I have in sincerity pledged myself to your service, as so many of you are pledged to mine.”

“Proper training is key, it allows one to accomplish a great deal."

“Oh honey, someday a real man is going to make you see stars and you won't even be looking at the sky."

“Royalty comes with a cost. My great-great-grandfather was one, and he left me no royalty but loyalty to empower people.”

“At all times an empire is more important than emperor and empress, prince and princess.”

“You might have to ask yourself, however right your claim is, if you are the leader the realm needs and wants.”

“You’re Royal. Get used to it and that involves a lot of burdens and things you don’t want to do.”

“I’m in awe of you, Rowan Palotay.”

“Slow down there, princess. How do you know what kind of first impression you gave me?”

“Prayer is a royal power.”

“You forget yourself and who you are speaking of.”

“Anyone young, famous and beautiful who dies young is forever frozen in time and fascinating to all of us.”

“Youths are the life blood of any nation.”

“I am not yet come of age, my lord. How can I be queen?”

“To crown her is to kill her.”

“He didn't marry you to become king. He became king because he wanted to marry you.”

“Little by little, the old world crumbled, and not once did the king imagine that some of the pieces might fall on him.”

“I believe we are what we make ourselves, and as such, you, Crown Princess, are nothing.”

“Rule with the heart of a servant. Serve with the heart of a king.”

“There’s a fine line between gossip and history, when one is talking about kings.”

“We kings do develop a certain ability to recognize objects under our noses.”

“...alone is such a nebulous state when one is queen.”

“I respect you as my king, and I respect you as my father, but I do not respect you as a man!”

“She was made to be a queen, just like her mother.”

Protect Myrcella with your life. Defend her... and her rights. Set a crown upon her head.“”

“You’re my princess, right? You were always going to be my princess, no matter what you were born.”

“For dogs we kings should have lions, and for cats, tigers. The great benefits a crown.”

“This marriage had resulted from impulse.”

“The king is a saint and cannot rule, and his son is a devil and should not.”

“One does not ask if one likes the Blood Royal. They simply are. It is like asking if one likes the Gods.”

“You are a king worthy of their allegiance . . . with a queen full of fire and promise.”

“The idea that how you are born or the name you are given dictate the sort of person you really are.”

“You seem to think that you can still turn back, but it’s too late. You’ll have to face it, Princess. Maybe not today or tomorrow, but soon enough. And you can’t be this scared when the time comes.”

“Was it worse, she wondered, to be wanted dead or wanted Queen?”

“My royal status is both a shield that protects me and a sword that impales my heart.”

“Respect shouldn't be hereditary; it must be earned.”

“You know, for a pampered princess, you have a certain gift for violence.”

“There is nothing sharper than a well mannered princess’ words.Their true meaning are a mystery.”

“People are born great but yet need to grow into greatness”

“Kings needn’t raise their voices to be heard.”

“She was their witch queen, and they adored her.”

“To be fair, I don't quite see any difference between an assassin and a knight. They both kill people, only one "in the name of Honour '' and the other is just a "monster"

“Crowns belong to those that serve.”

“I have the softness and meekness of a daughter but I also have the boldness and Braveheart of a Son.”

“Will you visit my chambers tonight?”

“A throne won in blood will soon be drenched in it.”

“Even when she's dethroned by hardship, she still wears the sun as a crown.”

“The Princess knew in her heart she is strong, smart, and capable because it is in her blood.”

“There is the matter of succession that has to be settled. You don’t start a reign without settling how it continues.”

“My reign has been anything but traditional. Let’s not start now, shall we?”

“Every girl thinks about growing up in a palace. Few ever ponder living in a cage.”

“Often blessings and burdens comes hand in hand. The bigger the Crown the heavier the burden”

“If stubborness were all that was needed to be a good queen, I'd rule the world.”

“Some girls have a frightening killer instinct. Don't let the ball gowns fool you.”

“You don't turn your back on your destiny.”

[darksigns-exe]

what shall we do in the dark? - jolly karlsson x noah sebastian

warnings: Consensual voyeurism, d/s dynamics, fisting, oral sex (m receiving), cum play, sex tapes, name calling

word count: 4k

note: thank you @deathblacksmoke and @circle-with-me for your help and emotional support on this one <3

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The meeting couldn’t have been less necessary. Jolly is glad that he’s the only one of them who went. Having all of them there would have been an absolute waste of their time. He’s mostly annoyed at the fact that he’s the one who had to go. But it also means that he doesn’t have to go to the next few label things. 

Jolly trots up the stairs, fully intent on returning to the book he’d started the previous night. It’s a good book, and he’s really enjoyed the first few chapters of it. But as he comes up the stairs, the unmistakeable sound of moans fills his ears. He doesn’t have to guess where they come from. 

The first door on the right – Noah’s door – is cracked open just enough for it to be visible from the stairs. Jolly doesn’t know what else he expected, really. His steps quicken a little, now rather curious to see what the boy is up to this time, it’s always something. 

Jolly peeks into the room through the open door, and what he sees for once actually surprises him. 

Noah is on his knees, braced on one hand. The other pushes a surprisingly large, realistic looking toy into his hole. His skin glistens with sweat and the lube that seems to be all over his ass and thighs. His hand slips from the end of it, and he lets out a frustrated groan. 

Noah reaches is for it again, whining when he can’t get a good grip on it. 

Jolly decides then that he’s struggled enough. He steps into the room and closes the door as quietly as he can. He keeps his eyes fixed on Noah, who still seems to be entirely oblivious to his presence. 

Jolly comes up behind Noah. He’s rock hard, the tip of his cock an angry shade of red that tells him that he’s been at this for a while. 

He places a hand on Noah’s waist, just above the soft round of his ass. 

Noah yelps, whips around to see who is standing behind him. 

“Fuck Jolly.” he gasps, “Fucking scared me.”

“Don’t pretend that you weren’t waiting for someone to walk in on you like this.” 

He reaches for the end of the toy without waiting for an answer. He slowly eases it out of him, just to get a grasp on what Noah is trying to accomplish. 

“Ambitious. Didn’t know you were a little size queen on top of all of this.” he chuckles. 

Jolly knows that Noah likes it when he mocks him a little, and this is honestly the perfect thing to use against him. 

“Jolly.” he whines. 

“What? You’re the one who was fucking himself with a toy this big. You gotta live with the consequences.” 

Jolly slowly pushes the toy back into him. He doesn’t let it slide in fully. Instead, he sets a slow rhythm. Noah responds with a near wanton moan. He pushes back against the toy, trying to get more of it. He’s so desperate for it already. 

Watching him push back like this sparks an idea in Jolly’s head. 

If Noah wants to be full so desperately – 

Jolly has thought about it before when he had a couple of his fingers buried inside Noah. He hadn’t considered it a viable option until this moment. 

“Think you can take more?” he asks, through the blood rushing in his ears. 

“More?” 

“Do you want to try taking my hand?” 

Noah is quite long enough for Jolly to get nervous. He shifts on his knees, his hands flex where they’re gripping into the bedsheets below. 

“Fuck. Yes.” the words trail off into a moan, “I want to try.” 

Jolly gives a few more slow thrusts of the toy into him, before he carefully removes. He doesn’t dare to ask how long Noah’s been working to fit this thing into him. The length and girth of it are rather impressive. Jolly traces his thumb along the rim of Noah’s hole, pulling another sweet sigh from him. His thumb slips inside so easily. Compared to the toy, it must feel like nothing. 

“Lube?” 

Noah pushes the tube towards him without another word. 

“If something feels off, tell me. Don’t want to hurt you.” 

“I will.” Noah chokes out, “Can you – can I be on my back? I want to see you.” 

“Of course.”

Jolly takes a step back, giving Noah space to turn around and re-arrange himself. He shifts for a moment longer, before he gives Jolly a nod. 

“Give me one of those pillows?” 

Noah tosses it towards him with a questioning look. 

“Ass up.” Jolly says sternly, “Come on, be good.” 

For once, Noah doesn’t act up and just does as Jolly asks of him. Most of the time, he has to work to get Noah to do what he wants. It’s part of their game, though, so having him just obey like this tells Jolly that he really wants this. 

He pushes the pillow under Noah’s waist so make the angle a little bit more comfortable. 

“Good?”

Noah gives him a nod in return. 

Jolly pushes his thighs apart, making room for himself there. For a moment, he just runs his hands across Noah’s thighs, feeling the smooth skin beneath his palms. Maybe he should take a page out of Nicholas’ book once in a while and overwhelm him with gentle touch instead of the roughness he usually gives Noah. 

His fingers drift lower and lower until they brush against Noah’s entrance. There’s still enough lube smeared around him for Jolly to be able to slip the tip of his middle finger in. He doesn’t tease him for too long though. They have ambitious plans after all. 

With a little bit more lube he works his way up to three fingers fairly easily. He know that Noah can take at least this much, as three is usually what Jolly gets him to before he fucks him. 

He slowly eases a fourth finger into him and Noah whines so sweetly for him when he does. It’s still a snug fit, but feeling Noah clench around him like this makes his head spin just a little bit. Noah doesn’t seem to be much better off. Jolly can tell that he’s desperately trying to keep his eyes open but the longer Jolly works his hand into him the harder it gets. 

“You gotta relax for me, Noah. I know it’s a lot.” He says gently. 

“I’m trying.” Noah almost whines. 

“You wanna touch yourself? Does that help?”

His hand practically flies to his cock. The strokes are haphazard and entirely without rhythm. 

“Take your time. Remember what we agreed on. You don’t get to finish until I say so.”

Noah slows down then, matching his strokes to the movements of Jolly's hand inside of him. 

The minutes drag by, but eventually Jolly feels comfortable pushing him further. 

“How are you feeling? Think you can take a little more?” 

As much as he wants to be mean and cruel with him right now, Jolly also knows that Noah needs him to be a little more gentle. 

“I want to try more.” 

Jolly uses his free hand to part his thighs just a little bit further. 

“Tell me if something feels bad.” 

Noah gives a rushed nod, “So good.” 

Jolly carefully tucks his thumb against his palm. He eases his hand back into Noah as slowly as he can. He takes his time with it. Pausing once in a while to make sure that Noah is still okay. 

He feels so warm and tight around his hand. It’s unlike anything he’s ever felt before. Jolly feels Noah stretch around the widest part of his hand. He keeps it there for a moment, to give both of them a break. When he looks up at Noah, he finds him looking so worn out already. 

His spit-slicked lips are parted just so as he tries to keep his breathing steady. The hand around his cock has come to a complete stand still. There’s a pool of precum on his belly. His face is soft, so blissed out. 

He’s so pretty like this. 

“Look at me, Noah.” Jolly says sternly. 

He lets out a whine, slowly raising his head. His eyes barely open, but his focus lands on Jolly. 

“Good boy.”

The praise has the exact effect on him that Jolly had hoped for. His eyes snap open, and he’s suddenly fully alert. 

“Heard you got Folio to entertain you too. Really aren’t trying to hide that you’re a little whore, are you?”

Noah makes a pitiful little sound in response. 

“Said he found you working yourself open. Did you want him to fuck you?” He lets his hand slip inside a little further as he speaks. 

“Wanted someone to fuck me.” Noah whines. 

“Desperate little thing.” 

Jolly starts to pull his hand out of him again as slowly as he can. He’s intent on getting Noah to his most desperate state. He needs him whimpering and whining today. 

“Shit, you should see yourself. Look so fucking good like this.” Jolly lets out with a groan, “Take my hand so well. You’ve almost done it.” 

Noah pushes back against him, “I can take it. Please Jolly.”

“I know you can. Be patient.” 

He is almost back to the widest part of his hand again. Jolly lets his hand slip into him fully then. 

They both gasp when it does. 

Jolly can’t look away from where Noah is wrapped around him. It always shakes him when he sees him taking his cock, but this is so much worse. Noah has his head thrown back, writhing under his attention. He’s all gasps and sighs already, whining when Jolly moves his hand just a little bit.  

He’s so tight around him, too. 

It really hits him then that they’re really doing this. He really has his hand wrist deep inside of one of his best friends. 

With how tight Noah is around him, it’s difficult to really move his hand. He keeps the movements slow and steady until he doesn’t feel as much resistance. He shifts his hand so minimally, carefully easing the tight muscle around him open. 

Jolly tentatively curls his fingers inside of him. When Noah lets out a pretty moan, he continues slowly forming a fist. 

Noah freezes up when he does and Jolly briefly thinks that he’s hurting. 

“Oh fuck.” He says shakily, “Fuck, that’s good.” 

“You like feeling this full?”

Noah pries his eyes open, he looks down the length of his body until he lands on where Jolly’s hand disappears inside of him. Jolly can’t decide if he looks shocked or impressed. Most likely it’s a mix of both. 

Noah hand wanders across his chest. He briefly thumbs across a nipple before his hand wanders lower still. He’s so indulgent with it, touching himself as if Jolly isn’t there. It presses down on his lower belly, and he makes a sound deep in his throat. 

“Can you feel it?” Jolly asks. 

Noah nods, “Yea it’s — this is a lot.”

“Still feeling good?”

“So fucking good.” 

Jolly uncurls his hand, pulling most of the way out of him. Easing his flat hand in and out of him feels a little more comfortable and achievable right now. And even though he knows that Noah will probably complain about it, he lets his hand slip out almost entirely. When he pushes back inside this time, he rotates his hand a little. The motion makes Noah gasp out loud. 

Jolly tries to focus his attention on Noah’s prostate. Noah shifts and moans under him, the hand on his belly twitches as if he’s trying to stop himself from wrapping it around his cock. 

He moves his hand just a little bit faster, now really fucking him with it. 

“This is what it takes to get you to shut up?” Jolly asks cruelly. 

Noah lets out a meek whimper, tossing his head to the other side. 

“Such a desperate little thing. Just can’t get enough, can you?” 

“Jolly, please.” he whines, “I’m so close.” 

“Can you cum like this?” 

“Can you touch?” he sounds so desperate for it that Jolly can’t bring himself to say no. 

With his hand still inside of him, Jolly wraps his unoccupied hand around Noah’s neglected cock. His hips buck upwards as soon as he touches him, which in turn makes Jolly’s hand shift inside of him. His mouth falls open. The string of breathless gasps that pours from his lips makes Jolly twitch behind his jeans. 

“Tell me how much you want it.” Jolly says, gripping the base of his cock a little tighter, “You know what I want to hear from you.” 

This part is always a little tricky. Getting Noah to really beg for his climax has historically been a hurdle. Sometimes he freezes up entirely, and sometimes, like today, it is so easy for him. 

“Please Jolly. Please, I’ve been good.”

“You can do better.” he gives a way too slow stroke along his cock, barely giving him the pressure Noah needs.

“Want it so bad. Please, I need it.” Noah fixes him with a pleading glance, “Fuck –”

“Begging for it like the good little slut you are.” Jolly chuckles, “That’s what you are, huh?”

“Yes.” he whines out in response, “I –”

“Say it, and you’ll get what you want.” 

Noah lets out another whine, once more bucking up against Jolly's hand. 

“I’m your slut.” Noah replies quietly, “Please Jolly, I can’t hold it. Please let me cum.” Jolly lets him stew for a moment longer, slowly working his hands in tandem. 

Noah’s eyes are wet with overstimulated tears. And mixed with the steady stream of whines that falls from his lips, Jolly is sure that he’s barely holding on. 

“Go on, Noah. You can cum.” 

Jolly doesn’t get to finish the upstroke before Noah comes undone. His jaw goes entirely slack, body going limp as he spills his load over Jolly's hand. He clenches around Jolly’s hand inside of him to the point where it almost becomes uncomfortable. He keeps working him through it, though, slowly moving his hands inside and around him. 

The sighs eventually turn into whines that quickly sound rather pained. 

Jolly stills as soon as he notices. 

The hand that had been wrapped around Noah’s cock comes to rest against his side, trying to soothe his wired up mind. 

“There you go. Did so well.” he speaks softly. 

He gives him a few more moments before he starts to ease his hand out of Noah. He winches uncomfortably, face contorting. 

“I know. I know. You’ve almost done it.” he keeps his hand on his waist, tracing his thumb across Noah’s skin, “There you go. Do you have a towel somewhere?” 

Noah vaguely motions to the chair in front of his desk. 

Jolly wipes off his hands first and then moves to wipe the remaining lube from Noah’s thighs and ass. 

“You did so good. I know that was a lot.” Jolly says gently, “How are you feeling?” 

Noah sighs, finally bringing himself to look at Jolly, “I’ll be thinking about this for a while.” 

That cocky grin of his has already made its way back onto his face, and it almost makes Jolly want to demean him a little more. 

“What about you, though?” Noah asks, extending his hand towards him. 

“Are you up for a little more?” Jolly takes Noah’s hand into his. 

Noah nods a little too eagerly considering what they’ve just done. 

“Get on your knees then.” 

Noah scrambles to follow the order. Jolly loves when he gets like this. He doesn’t even have to tell him what he wants. Noah just sits at his feet and looks up at him with his pretty brown eyes. 

Jolly tugs down his trousers, letting his cock slap against his belly. It narrowly misses Noah’s face, not that he would have minded. 

“Open.” 

Again Noah quietly obeys and opens his mouth just the way Jolly wants him to. 

He drags the head of his cock across Noah’s tongue a few times before he grasps the hair at the top of Noah’s head. 

“You know the rules?”

He gives a yes best as he can with his mouth open like this. 

“Good.” 

With that Jolly sinks himself into Noah’s mouth. He gives him a second to get used it before he pushes further and further until he can feel Noah’s nose pressing into the skin of his belly. 

Jolly feels him moan around his cock. 

“You’re such a desperate little whore for this, aren’t you? Love letting people use like this, hm?” Noah hums around him, “Letting us pass you around like this. Don’t get enough attention on stage?” 

Without needing to be told, Noah keeps his hands folded in his lap. His eyes remain fixed on Jolly’s face despite the tears that well in his eyes. Jolly knows that this is a struggle for him, which makes the fact that he’s being good like that even better. 

Noah gags around him, but makes no move to ask Jolly to stop. 

Jolly keeps pistoning himself into the warm wet of his mouth. He can never get enough of this. Noah is always so willing to let him take whatever he wants, so pliant and pretty. 

Their previous activities already had Jolly close to the edge and he knows that he won’t last much longer. His belly feels so taut, mind so wired up. The tips of his fingers tingle. Jolly lets his head tip back, trying to stave his end for a moment longer. 

When it begins to feel inevitable, he slows his movements down just a little. 

“Where do you want it?” he asks, surprising himself with how breathless he sounds. 

The pleading look on Noah’s face gives him the answer he needs. 

“Want it all over your face again?” 

He pulls out of Noah’s mouth to allow him a verbal response. 

“Please Jolly.” he says as soon as he can, still lookin up at him with tear stained eyes. 

Jolly keeps working himself with slow steady strokes, although it is becoming harder to keep himself right on that edge. 

“Gonna let me take a picture this time? Just for Nicholas. No one else will see.” 

Noah thinks for a moment before he nods, “You can take a picture.” 

Jolly gives a tender caress to his cheek, “Thank you, sweet boy.” 

He works himself a little faster now, intent on reaching his climax. Below him, Noah has closed his eyes in anticipation. It won’t take him much, he’s been close for a while now. Jolly tugs his phone out of his back pocket just in time. 

The first spurt of his cum lands on Noah’s cheek. Another one that reaches up to his forehead, across his closed eyes, his tongue. Noah moans when some of it lands on his chin and bottom lip. His tongue briefly darts out to lick some of it up. Jolly smears the last few drops across Noah’s lips. 

Jolly can’t help himself. He drags the head of his cock through the mess on Noah’s cheek, making a show of it for the camera. 

When he feels like he has enough footage, he ends the recording and tosses his phone onto the bed behind Noah. 

“Nick’s going to lose it.” he says softly, while tucks his cock back into his trousers, “Stay here. I’ll get something to clean you up.” 

Noah sits back against the edge of his bed, still catching his breath.

Jolly just catches a glimpse of Folio’s door closing – maybe he’ll sned Noah the video too so he can do whatever he wants with it. He’s seen how he looks at Folio and ever since they did whatever they did Folio’s eyes have been lingering on their singer longer and longer. 

Equipped with a dampened washcloth, Jolly return tto Noah’s room. He finds him in the process of wiping some of the cum from his cheek. And he’s not surprised when the fingers disappear between his lips. 

“You’re fucking insatiable.” Jolly shakes his head. 

Noah only snickers in response, fully aware of the effect he has on Jolly. 

He kneels down in front of Noah and gently wipes the rest of it from his face. Noah is always a little reluctant with this part. He has no issues with them putting him through all kinds of hinds, but once things take a more intimate turn his confidence shrivels up. 

Once he’s done, Jolly pushes up off the ground. He holds a hand out to Noah, helping him up. He doesn’t let go immediately. Noah resists a little when Jolly crowds into his space and ushers him knot the mattress. 

He has to force Noah into aftercare most of the time. This time he eases into his embrace a little easier. 

“How are you feeling?” Jolly asks quietly, combing his fingers through Noah’s hair. 

“Tired. A little sore. It’s all good though.” Noah replies, sounding rather sleepy already. 

“Was a lot, hm? You did very well though.” 

They both fall silent for a long moment. Noah’s breathing slowly regulates and Jolly thinks that he’s a few moments away from falling asleep. 

He debates asking him about Folio, but ultimately decides to leave that for a different day. Noah is so calm that he doesn’t want to disturb him. 

“You gotta show, Noah.” he says eventually, “Get cleant up and then you can take a nap. Thought we could order something in and watch a movie together later?” 

Noah gives him a sleepy nod, before he heaves himself out of bed. He has the decency to pull on a pair of shorts on is way to the bathroom. 

The movie is good, but Noah’s mind is entirely occupied by the video Jolly had sent him while he’d been in the bathroom earlier. He doesn’t know how often he has re-watched it since. Seeing himself lie this makes him shiver. The portion where Jolly rests his cock on his cheek makes him feel especially fuzzy around the edges. There’s something so demeaning about it and if he’s honest he loves it. 

Noah pulls his phone out of the pocket of his shorts. He has the brightness turned down all the way, but the thumbnail of the video still stands out of the prominently. 

His finger hovers over the send button. A part of him wants to keep this a secreet. On the other hand, Noah is desperate to know how Folio will react to it. Jolly had given him permission to share it with whoever he likes, so he doesn’t feel too bad about it. 

He presses send before he can change his mind again. 

Folio doesn’t react in any kind of way and Noah realises that he doesn’t even know if he has his phone on him. He tries to push the bubbling anxiety down as best as he can. He’ll get his verdict eventually. 

It’s not until they’ve all said their good nights and Noah is getting ready to crawl into his bed that he sees the read indicator pop up on the message.  

His heart pounds in his chest as he freezes up listening for any sign of Folio approaching. A moment later he hears a door open and close. And another moment later a knock sounds at his door. 

Nick opens the door without waiting for his reply. His cheeks are flushed adorably pink, but as sweet as it is to see him flustered like this, Noah does not miss the hint of jealousy that linger just beneath his skin.

They stand in a silent staring match for a long while. Noah doesn’t know where this is going. 

“Nick I –” he starts eventually, unsure of what to do or say, “I shouldn’t have sent that. That was a dumb idea.” 

Nick shakes his head, “Tomorrow evening. Jolly and Nick are meeting up with some people.”

“You want –” 

“What? Do you think you can send me that without me wanting to see it in person?”

Hearing Nick so assertive sends a shiver down his spine and all Noah can do is nod. 

“I’ll be waiting for you.” with that Nick makes his departure, leaning Noah standing in the middle of his room. 

He doesn’t know what he expected to happen when he sent the video but it certainly wasn’t this.

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