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shankss-magnificent-ass · 2 months ago

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Imagine helping Crocodile discover a new way to use his devil fruit, part 2

I've decided that I'm going to do a fic for this, instead of an imagine. I don't know about this one, but I'm posting it anyway.

Also, this an afab reader fic, sorry.

It was late when you left Buggy's party to head home. So late, in fact, that the city had turned off most of the streetlamps. With only every third lamp lit on the main streets, one of Crocodile's brilliant budget cuts left you blindly scurrying between lamps to stay where you could see, cursing as you went. When you finally reached your street you encountered an expanse of broken streetlights leaving you with little choice, but to fumble blindly down the road, with only starlight to guide you. You paused, to give your eyes a moment to adjust and to put on your shoes, before heading off into the darkness.

Only a few steps in, you heard what sounded like sand moving. Without thinking, you called out, "hello?" Your jaw snapped shut when you realized you had just given away your position.

A deep chuckle broke the tense air, it was familiar, "It's quite late for little deers to be out, all by themselves." Suddenly, a bright ember lit up in your periphery, giving you a glance at the man in the dark. A dark cigar with a predatory grin at the other end of the ember, there was no mistaking it.

Crocodile murmured, "I've been looking for you all night."

"Why me?" You asked, taking a step back, even though you knew there was no escaping from him if he really wanted you

"I want to know what else that fucked up little head of yours can come up with." He purred. You flinch as his hand engulfed your neck. The feeling of his sand skittering along your skin made you instinctively go up on your tippy-toes to get away. Sensing your discomfort, his thumb gently caresses your cheek to soothe you. "Easy there, I'm not going to hurt you, yet." Crocodile takes a slow drag off his cigar, the ember glittering in his eyes. He was clearly enjoying the power trip he was getting off on your fear.

You swallowed the lump in your throat and started to ramble off anything you could use sand for. "Water filtration."

"Water is a no-go."

"You could use the technique I previously suggested to make glass. It would be useful for barriers against biochemical attacks, or for stopping up hinges. "

Crocodile hummed, "That would be useful, I'll have to try that later... But ultimately not the thing I'm looking for. "

"What sort of things are you implying?"

"Telling you would deprive me of the pleasure of watching you squirm, so keep trying." He said, tightening his hand around your neck, just enough to make your head spin.

You gasped, "Sand has silica in it, which is bad to breathe in. Uh... I can be used for skin!"

His grip loosened, as he echoed, "for skin?"

"It's used as an exfoliant." You stammered, trying to remain balanced.

"I recall having skinned my knee falling on the beach before I ate my devil fruit." He grumbled.

"You're supposed to add it to lotion or oil. "

"I can use lotion and oil," he chuckled, "I finally have the inspiration I needed. Thank you, little deer, why don't we go try it out." Crocodile released your neck, slid his arm around your shoulders, and guided you down the street.

"What are you doing." You asked, "Where are you taking me?"

The large man pulled you into his side, bemused by your size difference, as he asked, "did I misinterpret the way you look at me when you think I can see you?"

Your eyes flicked up to his, suddenly feeling very embarrassed because you've always taken every opportunity to ogle him in that slutty lil waistcoat of his.

He gave you a feline grin and mused, "I have not misinterpreted anything, have it. I know a hungry look when I see one. So where I'm taking you is to feast at my residence."

Sir Crocodile wasted no time bringing you to his estate, you crossed the threshold, and his grip on you slid from your shoulder to your waist. His hand groped the fat of your hip through the thin material of your shirt, as he led you to his room.

As soon as his bedroom door shut behind him, he removed his coat and gently pushed you face down on the large, plush sheets of his bed. He ordered you not to move a muscle, and you waited patiently, happily taking in the heavy scent of his sheets. You remained there for two minutes, listening to him remove his coat and shoes, he moved to another room for a minute, before coming back and setting several bottles and a large box on the nightstand.

"Up, sit up." He asserted, sliding onto the bed behind you. When you sat up on your knees, one of his large hands pulled you back into his lap. With another hoist and a gasp from you, he had you perched upon the rather prominent bulge in his pants. He had evidently removed his belt and vest well, he sat there in only a crisp button-up shirt and starched slacks.

"Now, why don't we get started with the foreplay?" He chuckled, swapping out his hook for some sort of mobility attachment that allowed him to unbutton his shirt. You leaned against his chest, and looked up at him. The black haired man grinned at the submissive look on your face, and used his now free hand to remove his hook. You watched as his nub and his hand turned into lumps of sand.

"I think the lotion would work quite nicely, don't you?" Crocodile rumbled, depositing several pumps of lotion onto the sand and rubbing them together until it was mixed evenly. The anticipation had caused an ache to grow between your legs. An ache that only grew larger when he shoved his hands under your shirt. You gasped when his fingers pushed up your breasts. The sand was cool at first, but it warmed up the rotation picked up speed.

You reached back and locked hands around the back of his neck, fingers tangling in the strands of hair there, as you arched into his touch. Crocodile let you bask in his touch for only a brief moment, before nudging your head in his direction and capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. His scent, taste, and touch filled your senses. He smelled like whiskey, smoke, honey, and a natural musk, which left you dizzy. A high-pitched sigh left you, reveling in the moment, completely missing that the noise that had left you a moment ago had made the man under you feel absolutely feral. He let you distract yourself by grinding down on him, and nipping at his lips and tongue, while he gathered more sand. He opened the lotion bottle and mixed its contents with his sand before forming several new arms.

Three large hands pried apart your legs, as two hands of swirling sand massaged the meat of your thighs and calves. Two hands gripped your hips, rocking your clothes slit over his bulge, as two more hands groped at your chest. You cried out, only for Crocodile to use a column of sand to pull you back into a kiss. While his hand, of flesh and bone, made its way between your legs.

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strawberrygummiess · 3 months ago

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pink in the night.

malleus x gender neutral! reader 1k words cross posted on ao3 "At one point, Malleus believed he woke up to see the night sky. But now he was convinced he woke up to see you."

Malleus believes he wakes up to see the stars.

The night sky was truly a gift from Mother Nature herself. She throws a blanket of darkness over the scenery of Night Raven College, with speckles of starlight peeking through, almost like a homemade, crocheted quilt. She tucks in her children with chaste kisses of the night breeze and leaves a little moonlight to ease their fears of the unknown. It was a tranquil showcase of her love for the world and Malleus couldn’t help but mischievously sneak out of bed to see the beauty in her work.

"Ever the poet," Lilia would always remark. Malleus never really agreed. The poetry wrote itself; he only verbalized what he saw. He wasn’t the creative type, he decided. It wasn’t that he sought and found beauty in unconventional places, like a certain Pomefiore Vice Houswarden, it’s only that he recognized what was clearly in front of him. Although, the presence of the Ramshackle Prefect made him consider singing sonnets from the rooftops.

You had been a surprise for him on his nightly walks. He had come to expect the usual landmarks on campus, broken up by the occasional scurrying creature. But you- you were something completely unexpected. A new student, naively curious. Kind, warm, fearless. You were ignorant of who he was; being from another world (how lucky for him!) left him with endless possibilities. With you, he was no longer Malleus Draconia, the crown prince of Briar Valley, and one of the most powerful mages in the world. He was-

“Tsunotarou! Or Hornton. Your choice… never mind, I’ll just use both.”

Malleus replayed that night over and over. How could he not? This was it. A friend. He wasn’t being presumptuous, it was you who gave him a nickname (not that you had a choice of course, but you gave him two) you who joined him on his walks, you who listened to his rambles, you, you. Clearly, you wanted to befriend him. Who else would be this forward?

At one point, Malleus believed he woke up to see the night sky. But now he was convinced he woke up to see you.

This was the conclusion he came to after tonight’s walk with you. You led the conversation this time. You spoke about the adventures you were dragged into; your frustrations with your feline companion and Headmaster Crowley; and how much you enjoyed the night walks with him.

Wait, what?

“Tsunotarou? Hello?” You dragged out the “o” in an endearingly casual manner, stepping in front of him as you tried to ground him back into the moment.

“You in there? Were you listening to me?” You teased, crossing your arms and smiling. You tilted your head to the side as you tried to read his face. He felt entirely exposed; like you could hear his beating heart and see how enamored he was by you. You, however, wished he’d give you a clue about how he was feeling.

“Of course I was, Child of Man,” He responded calmly. He hoped his butterfly-filled stomach didn’t betray his voice. Your favorite part of the day was the walks with him. He’d never been so ecstatic. “I always listen to you,”

You don’t say anything. You continue smiling and narrow your eyes, still looking for something else. Your expression mirrors one Lilia would use before he scolded him. Were you truly mad at him? He could (and would, if you asked) recall everything you said in the past half hour. He would prove that he was listening, deserving of your presence, a good friend- more if you let him. Malleus would literally move mountains if you asked.

“Hey! You’re doing it again, Hornton. Get out of your head.”

Your touch is electrifying. It almost burns. He hears you exclaim about “how cold” his skin is, but only vaguely. What he did notice, was how your hand was holding his face. A concerned look replaced your teasing smile as you studied him. You mumbled again about how cold he was, and pressed your other hand to his forehead, brushing under his bangs.

“If you were sick, why did you walk over here? Now you’ve made it worse!” You scolded, bringing him closer to your height as you gently rubbed his cheeks, attempting to warm him up. “At this rate, you’ll freeze. I mean seriously, you’re as cold as ice!”

Malleus had half a mind to tell you that he was completely fine. He wasn’t sick at all, fae just ran a bit cold. Colder than what a human could stand. Yet he decided to entertain your doting, smiling slightly.

“I apologize, Child of Man. I didn’t want to ruin your favorite part of the day. Do forgive me,” It was his turn to tease. Just a little. It wouldn’t hurt to indulge in your attention. You click your tongue, before releasing his head and declaring the walk “over”. Pity. He was hoping you’d hold him for a bit longer. He usually wasn’t very tolerant of the heat, but he was happy to withstand it if it meant you held him longer.

“C’mon Tsunotarou,” You announce, walking back in the direction you came. “We gotta go back to my dorm. I’ll wrap you in a blanket burrito and feed you some tuna soup…” you cringe. “It tastes better than it sounds, promise.” You clarify, before decisively grabbing his hand and gently tugging him forward.

He listens to you explain different ways you’ve learned to transform canned tuna because of Grim, to varying success. You once again reassure him that the soup is one of the better creations, before continuing your rant about “missing regular meat,” and “tuna isn’t even the best fish!” but at this point, Malleus can only focus on the warm grip of your hand on his and the constant hammering of his heart.

Oh, the poems he’d write about you. They’d feature tales of fish and ice, comparisons to the peace of the night, and love letters from the starry sky. But really, he wouldn’t be doing much work. He only verbalized the beauty he saw, after all.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #twst x reader #malleus draconia #malleus x reader #disney twst #twst malleus #malleus draconia x reader

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midgetmoth · 4 months ago

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{ Master Post - RQ1 }

[ First Art Request - Starlight AU ] This is my first event done for the Starlight AU. I will be listing the Creators/Owners along with other details. --------------------------------------------------------- Species: Those with wings: Sky Dwellers Those with no back legs and have long tails: Cave Dwellers Those with fins but have back legs: Shore Dwellers Those with fins but no back legs: Ocean Dwellers Those with just feline-like ears/antlers: Land Dwellers Those of Hollow Heads do not apply to the species above, since they are "Creator Made" and blessed with different abilities. These Hollows have been shaped to fit the powers given to them, followed by how they act naturally. ---------------------------------------------------------

@thesecondlight-luna In depths they sing, a song to lure any who dare swim deep into where they dwell. A body so long that no one can view its end. How long have they hunted in such darkness, and how many are they willing to take to grow even more?

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@fusciaguardian Coat as hot as embers, flowing like candlelight flame. The moving mass of swirling smoke disappears into the forest like a wildfire gone rouge. Such heat catches on the grass, burning at its edges. So strange, for the dangerous beast never glows.

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@thechaoticsaisk

Over trees they fly, gathering at what fruits linger in the branches no other can reach. Oh, how they wander the endless seas of tall greens, always to feast on the brightest of fruits.

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@reptilia0freptiles In dark he stalks, for caves he dwells without worry. All hear his roar fear his wrath to follow, although they know this beast is barely their size. Size doesn't matter, only it's spirit it holds.

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@ignus-moth In overgrown forests they roam, a coat stained with green. Moss had taken shelter along their strands of pink, but would it aid them both? Indeed, it would, for such a color brings a new form of hunting prey.

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@filiadraws

In depths I linger, I lure, I feast. Will you ever view my sight, or will you meet my jaws as so many brave preys had so mindlessly wandered into? How naive of you to think you can ever view such a sight as I.

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@sketchingstuff0

In shallows others wallow as all the food has been swallowed. Fat and happy lay a seal of a stick, joyful with their hunt that has left all others saddened. Suppose they should have hunted just a little faster!

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@multifanforever The caves creak, the sky roars, the rain pours down below and drowns the cold stone. Yet as the clouds cry, two rest alone in dens below. Warmed only by their love and calming purrs among the thunder... and along with them, rests a lesser kin. Soft breaths and shut eyes, a simple born pup among a warm, protected den.

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@s0lie

Shallow shores I bathe in light, but upon danger I flee as if flight. Waves they crash, yet I only crave the trees. The packs call to me, the herds swarm near my body of water. Shall I follow, or wallow away within the safety?

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@shoechomper

Terror of storms, nightmare in daylight. We beware the skies and fear the beast it holds, for the hunter who lingers in the blue is unlike any foretold. For at least those of fire make their presence known to all with calls of embers, unlike this silent hawk of hunger.

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@armiaochima

In meadows of lavender, I lurk. In day so bright, I bask. My clan they wander with, but yet we rest more then we feast. Such as life for that of careless minds. Plenty of food, surely, we can hunt later.

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@lunacelestite

Night falls upon the land, so too its dangers. Faced with the task of gathering once more, or see they think. Friendly faces swarm with, lesser birds who follow you close. They sing in warning and tell you of the dangers, for the crows know best to keep their protector alive. You share the spoils, the best to keep your extra eyes happy.

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@opearle

Blossoms fall with the season, but all they do is fall with them. Follow the petals into the valleys of colors, lingering where trees are most in bloom. Oh, the scents and creatures who flourish, a wonderous place to play.

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@flairya

One little step, one large leap. A trap set now sprung, how many shall meet this same faint as one who starves? Thought it snake, but it was hunter, lurking the same as other. Poor soul so hungry, now feeding another.

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@0gingerflake0

Bound by grace, a stance of stone, mind to ease, eyes to guard. The protector feels no rest, sleep being nothing but myth. The herd that gathers under their wings of might shelter them from such cold predators who stalk too close for their comforts. Dangerous however is no true fear, so long as their angel sent by stars stands with them.

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@flowerbarrel

River o river, love me so. River o river, protect me so. River o river, give me food, for in return you get my ever-loving protection and care. The creatures take your homes rocks and tear at your soils, but I shall not allow it. My home is you, and you will provide for me as I do you.

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@small-sparkofhope

The one of winters coat snarled a nasty hiss, "Leave me be" they spoke. Their voice stung of annoyance, their gaze to match their anger. The smaller flowery stripped beast only laughed, "And leave you to wander alone? You think yourself strong in these parts, but this isn't no mountain!". With that, the white creature huffed. Turning their gaze away, I suppose they would have to tolerate this little thing longer then thought.

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@itsthedemontamer367

The dark sky rips apart into a flurry of glowing fire lights. The eyes of dark green are first seen, then a burning roar screams out. Cold brushed over the land despite the heat from such a being. The Creators had made yet another god, but to what cost but their view of the skies?

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@thechaoticsaisk

Where now will we wander? Now where will we run? Will the sky still shine as bright with us gone, or should we linger longer? I desire the night as you desire the light, but I wonder if we are even meant to wander so close to the sunsets? Suppose we will see...

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@sushiree

Desert rattles with twisting blizzards of sand and rock, tornados of wild winds that tear up the earth and rip at the brush that grows. The perfect conditions to feast on what poor souls are ripped from their dens. Only the keenest can survive in the wilds of the sands.

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@violetthunderstorm

Thunder roars and night turns to day. The strings of light touch the trees and set the world a'light. Fleeing below can't even escape the thunderous roars of the monster who hunts above.

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@leilanising Long calls echo out into the tall grasses. The herd carries on, their leader strong and carrying on. Their tail leads only prints in the clay and mud, for the strong storms shall guide them.

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@theofficalrocketcorp

A friend, or foe. They look as I but are far from. How strange a sight, but welcomed as so. Shall you follow me or will I follow you?

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@hellnahimout

A call, a wonder. A thought, a action. I see the world new in colors, but yet its not new. Why does everyone look at me so differently, is it my coat? I am not truly an eyesore, am I?

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@jayden-for-now

"Rude of you to fall into my swarm of fish. I was hunting." The fish spoke to the bird. The bird only blew out bubbles in confusion. Sighing, the fish scooped up the bird back to the water's surface. Perhaps this one is a baby fallen from clouds? Who knows, only that it sucks at swimming.

--------------------------------------------------------- I'd like to again thank you all for the requests. The next one will be up in the future. Keep those sticks ready to be thrown my way! <3

#starlight!au #oc art #ava au #Masterpost #art requests #art #not my ocs #animation vs animation #animation vs minecraft #ava #avm #alan becker

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miamaimania · 6 months ago

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✨️ Whispers of the Cosmos: 'Cat Blue' from Mayumi Hosokura's 'Crystal Love Starlight' series, a dreamy fusion of feline mystique and celestial wonder. 🐱✨️

#dreamy #celestial #cosmic #mayumi hosokura #contemporary #photography #nightscapes #editorial #surreal #feline

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b3rrygutzz · 6 months ago

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Most Recent Ref of Hirry!! (messy art)

Hirry Starlight is My Main Sona / Practically a mascot lol

Even though this is a ref sheet my art is so so so MESSY, i keep rushing art so ignore that i beg!! i will probably redo this refsheet if i have enough motivation but yeah!!

Also Hirry is a Feline, some kind of feline idfk

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drenchedfireworks · 1 year ago

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Of Stolen Moments

Helion X Lady of the Autumn

One of the thousands of stolen moments between Helion and Lady of the Autumn before Under The Mountain.

Word Count: 3.2K

Mostly unedited.

Rhysand is purple (obvs) and Helion is orange.

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Helion picked another flute of champagne from the passerby waiter, his third one in ten minutes.

In his defense, it took much, much more to get him tipsy and Cauldron be damned, he was trying to get there.

Coming to the Autumn Court always had that effect on him. Beron loved throwing lavish parties the week of his birthday and while all the HighLords were invited to stay the entire week, by some unspoken agreement everyone only arrived on the eve of his birthday and left the next morning.

This year, Helion had been tempted to pull lots and the whichever poor minister of his pulled the shortest end of the stick would have attended as a representative. The idea was vetoed and he had been sent to the hellish court to participate in the even more hellish celebrations anyway. The only saving grace was the fact that it was a masquerade theme which meant Helion had all the reason to not have to greet Beron and simply blame it on the fact that he hadn't recognized him under the masks.

And Helion was going to stick to his story even if it was crystal clear who Beron was considering he sat on a freaking dais, all alone.

Finishing the contents of his champagne flute in one go, Helion was about to go for another one when a whiskey glass was placed in his palm instead.

If he was dressed like the Sun, all whites and golds with the matching white mask with its gold undertone and threads, Rhysand was dressed like his night counterpart. Decked out completely in black with silver linings in his jacket and a midnight black mask resting on his face outlined in silver that was only found on starlight.

"Stop playing safe sober games and drink up"

Helion chuckled, raising his glass to that and throwing it back in one gulp. Rhys grinned, tipping his own glass in cheers before he, too, finished his drink in one go.

"Can you believe this pretentious party?"

Rhys shot him a look, easy to decipher despite the mask he was wearing. "You think this is the only pretentious party we attend in one year?"

"You're right. Tamlin's are just as awful"

Rhys laughed sardonically before making a shuddering gesture "Somehow they are even worse. It's like an invite for pollen fever"

"Where is your lovely cousin?" Helion asked, eyes roaming around like he was searching for a blonde and not trying to avoid looking at a certain redhead.

"With Vivianne" Rhys jut his chin in the direction of where Morrigan and Vivianne were standing next to an exasperated Kallias who rolled his eyes behind his mask exaggeratedly when he found the two Highlords looking at him.

"Think you can take Morrigan away for enough time to let Kallias grab a dance with the girl he swears he's not in love with?" Helion snickered, flagging down a waiter carrying champagne.

"I can also keep an eye on Beron for enough time so you can do what you actually came here for"

Helion paused in the act of taking a sip, slanting a look to the Highlord of the Night Court who casually picked off a piece of non-existent lint off his jacket.

"And what might that be, dear Rhysand?"

"Don't insult my intelligence by pretending to be obtuse, Helion" Rhys smiled, feline-like. "This is the only bracket you might get, don't waste it"

"Who is to say where she is and how many sentries surround her?" Helion gritted out, despite his better judgement.

Rhys smiled, patted him on the shoulder and made his way toward Kallias. Helion watched him go, turned the other way and made his way deeper into the crowd.

On the East Wing, on the 2nd floor, last room. Shares a balcony with the adjacent one. You'll have a ten minute window to slip into that room. I'll let you know if Beron so much as shifts in his seat.

Helion smiled, a secret one. I owe you one.

Stop bothering Cassian and Azriel for a threesome.

Aw, Rhysie, jealous? You can join us too.

Don't forget to put up wards.

Helion made sure he was in Beron's line of sight as he danced with a curvaceous red-head, running hands all over her too-eager intoxicated body. A few minutes of dilly-dallying and then he was leading her into a corridor, through a silent hallway and away from the festivities till they finally encountered an empty bedroom. To her credit, she tried her hardest to pull him in but Helion sent a silent apology to her as he put her under a sleeping spell, warded that room so no one could enter and silently made his way to the other side of the mansion.

Glamouring himself as he passed Autumn Court sentries so no one would recognize him, Helion made it to the East Wing in record time. When he reached the second floor, however, his steps slowed. One of the sentries turned to him, head lolled at an uncomfortable angle, looking at him as if he was seeing right through him. Helion slipped into the adjacent room.

He made quick work of climbing over the balcony into the adjacent room's. Wards, he told himself as he silently put those up. He couldn't trust himself to remember to put those up after he laid eyes on her. Wasn't sure he'd remember to do anything.

Unlocking the balcony door, he stepped inside the candlelit room just as she stepped in through the connecting doorway.

Their eyes met and for a moment, the world went still. Her breath caught, he could hear it, her hand flying to her chest.

"You shouldn't be here-" She started toward him the same time he moved toward her.

"Seraphina" He breathed, one second before her mouth was on his and he was kissing her for all the years spent apart, all the yearning.

Her hands were in his hair, pulling him closer as he ran his hands over everywhere he could touch, trying to familiarize himself with her all over again, worried that this was one of his cruel nightmares where she'd disappear come morning.

"Helion-" She whispered, but Helion didn't stop kissing her to give her a chance to say more "Helion-" She tried again, but he took that chance and plunged his tongue in her mouth, the force of the kiss making her knees weak and his arms around her body the only thing keeping her up "Heli-" She gave up, kissing him back with all the desperation she felt.

"Sera" He breathed, moving from her lips to her cheeks, her nose, eyes, forehead and jaw, anywhere he could reach to kiss her, hands in her hair and around her waist and on her back, scared their time would be up.

"What are you doing here?" And it broke his heart to see she looked worried not for what Beron might do if he found her with another man but for him.

"Ten years" He cupped her face, bringing his forehead down to hers "Ten years I've dreamt of holding you in my arms again" She was crying before he was done talking but so was he.

"You shouldn't be here. He- He can't find you"

Wrapping his arms around her, Helion picked her up and carried her to the bed "I know" He said, sitting on the edge and bringing her down on his lap.

She took his face in her hands, lovingly running her fingers over his cheeks and lips, his eyebrows, the slant of his nose before she moved in to kiss him again "How I've missed you"

And it was as if they couldn't stand to stay clothed for one more second as Helion began undoing her robe and she was pulling at his tunic, while he kissed a path down her throat, biting and nibbling against the skin knowing he'd have to heal it before he left. Knowing she'd have to mask his scent before Beron came to check on her.

Realizing they didn't have that much time to waste, Helion simply loosened his pants, pulling his cock out and positioned himself below her.

"Sera, are you sure?"

She leaned in once and kissed him "Give me all of you, Helion"

Driving into her to the hilt in one go, Helion bit her shoulder to hold in the roar that was building at the base of his throat. Her breath had caught and her legs were trembling but the scent of her arousal was thick in the air, mixing with his own.

He gave her a moment to adjust "I've missed you so much" Helion was soothing the spot he'd bit on with his tongue "This is not how I wanted to do it. I want to do it right, Sera"

"We don't have that time, Helion" Tears were forming in her eyes and the string around his chest tightened, pulling taut against his ribs "But we will" She kissed his brow "And when we do, we will do all of it right" Moving her hips, she pulled a groan of long-suffering from him as he started to move inside of her slowly.

"You feel so good" Helion gritted out, his pace quickening, his movements feral and his thrusts almost animalistic. He was tapping into his beast side, using centuries of his training to hold off on shooting into her like he was a pubescent teenager. She met him for every thrust, arms wrapped tightly around him, lips hovering over his own as her breaths shortened.

"Helion.." Her fingernails were digging into his shoulder "Helion, I'm so…so.." The rest of her words dissolved into a moan that Helion swallowed as he kissed her, his tongue plunging into her mouth in sync with his thrusts.

Holding her by her thighs, Helion made quick work of picking her up and flipping them over. Bringing her ankles over on his shoulders, he was enveloped completely in her warmth, her walls impossibly tight around him and driving him half mad. Wrapping her arms around him again, she brought him down to kiss her as his movements turned frantic, one hand on her belly where he could feel himself inside her.

"Fuck, you're so beautiful" Biting her jaw, his movements turning frantic as he reached a hand between them, rubbing circles on her clit as she whimpered. Helion gritted out "Come for me, Sera" He was kissing her, speaking against her lips, one hand pulling on her nipple peeking out of her robe "Come for me, love"

And she did. Legs trembling, shivering and shaking, Helion swallowed her scream as he kissed and fucked her through her orgasm, his fingers working her up all over again till the tears in her eyes were those of pleasure and she was chanting his name like a prayer.

Helion pretended not to notice the glow of his skin, the string that was pulling uncomfortably inside his chest, groaning while he held himself back as Seraphina moaned loudly, her eyes rolling back in her head.

"Please..please…HelionHelionHelionHelion- oh my-" She was already coming a second time and this time Helion detonated with her, shooting into her without stopping, pulling back only to watch his own cum dripping down her legs mixed with her own. Gathering all of it, he pushed it back into her pussy as he pulled out, a whimper escaping her at the loss.

Helion leaned in to kiss her “I’m kidnapping you” He whispered against her lips, something he’d been saying for decades, trying to get her to agree to disappear with him.

Shaking her head, Seraphina rested her forehead against his “I can’t leave my sons alone with him..he treats them horribly as it is” At that she broke down, sobbing in earnest as he held her, running his fingers through her hair and pulling her against his chest.

“And you?” Helion managed to ask, his eyes catching the bruising against her arms where her robe sleeves had fallen back. Eyes narrowing on them as Seraphina quickly covered them “I’m going to kill him”

“No, Helion” She brushed her fingers against his face as if she, too, was memorizing his face for she didn’t know how long it would be before they got a chance to be together again.

“Mate, Sera” His voice broke, catching at the word “You’re my mate” Her eyes closed as if the reminder pained her, shoulders shaking with silent sobs “I will adopt all your sons if that’s what it takes”

Helion.

Ignoring Rhysand’s voice in his head, Helion took both of her hands in his “Say yes and you don’t have to suffer at his hands for a second longer”

Seraphina pulled her hands back, crying against his shoulder “You should go, Helion. P-Please” But she was kissing him, her actions a complete contrast to her words.

“Sera-”

Helion, Beron’s sentries are alert.

“Go” Wiping at her tears, she stood up, putting much needed distance between them "And thank Rhysand for me"

“Sera- please”

Beron seems to be looking for you.

She turned her back to him, like she had done countless times “I-" She began, considered her words “I-It’s not the time..b-but-” She peeked over her shoulder at him “Please wait for me?”

He was hugging her then, wrapping all of himself around her as he buried his face in her hair “Forever. I will wait another millenia just for you”

Helion. Beron is leaving the banquet hall.

“I have to go” He murmured and she nodded, refusing to watch him go or her control would snap “Stay safe, please take care..I-I’ll try to come back soon” With one last squeeze, he let her go, turning around and leaving immediately or he’d have been tempted to follow through with his earlier plan of kidnapping the Lady of another court as he removed the wards, wiped her room clean of his scent.

Helion, where the fuck are you?

Out.

By out he meant jumping the two floors down from the balcony, so distracted that he had no time to smoothen the fall and dropped straight into a bush, the poor plant flattening under him. Helion had no time to complain, making his way hastily toward the banquet hall hoping he didn’t encounter the birthday boy. For Seraphina’s sake more than his own.

His escape was going successfully until he ran straight into another problem. More like the problem ran into him.

The youngest Vanserra scowled up at the Highlord of the Day Court, rubbing against his forehead where he had accidentally collided with Helion’s side.

Crouching down to reach his level, Helion held an arm out to inspect the damage “Does it hurt a lot?”

“Even if it does, as the Highlord with healing abilities, shouldn’t you be able to soothe it?”

Helion opened his mouth, closed it, utterly and completely speechless before he threw his head back and laughed “Listen here, boy, I’m Helion Spell-Cleaver, Highlord of the Day Court”

“And?”

“And?” Helion gaped “You are talking about Thesan”

“You’re not Thesan?”

“Ofcourse not. Having even 1/4th of my looks would be a blessing for him”

The youngest Vanserra looked unimpressed “Atleast he doesn’t announce himself with a title” he muttered.

Helion blinked, realizing that the little boy who hardly looked to be 8-9 years old, had known who he was this whole time “Who are you?”

At that, the little boy jut his chin out, his aristocratic nose high in the air as he replied “Lucien Vanserra, son of Beron, Highlord of the Autumn Court”

Helion smiled at the arrogance that looked like it was hereditary in the Vanserra household, noticing how Lucien’s hair color was similar to Seraphina’s “Well, Sir Lucien, while I cannot heal your injury as well as Thesan can, I could do something better”

To his credit, Lucien tried not to look too intrigued as he kept a straight face “I doubt it but let’s hear it”

He even had Seraphina’s stubbornness, Helion noted with amusement as he gently took Lucien’s hand in his, sidelining the zap that went through his body and the goosebumps on his skin “I can show you a spell that won’t make you feel hurt at all”

At that, Lucien turned his entire attention to the Highlord, his voice betraying his excitement “How?”

"You do this" Helion drew the symbol on Lucien's palm to demonstrate.

Eyes lighting up, Lucien watched entraced before taking Helion's palm in his and trying to replicate the symbol "Like this?"

Helion corrected it for him, holding his hand and drawing it over his palm again "Like…this"

Lucien looked like he had achieved enlightenment as he laughed, doing and redoing the symbol to make sure he got it right "You're sure this works, right? Right?!"

"Go ahead, try it on me" Helion held his arm out and while he was sure even without the spell, little Lucien wouldn't be able to do much harm he gave him his best weary look "Go easy on me"

"Nuh uh" Lucien tutted, pulling his fist back and swinging with full force, the hit not registering in the slightest.

"See?" Helion asked "What do you think?"

"You could be lying" The amber-eyed prince was not having it "Go ahead, you try it on me now"

Helion worried he might actually end up bruising the kid if he used even a tenth of his energy so he chose to go the easy path and flicked his forehead. Hands flying to his forehead, Lucien pulled them away a second later, his face a kaleidoscope of awe and disbelief.

"I-It didn't hurt at all!" He was jumping around now, making flicking gestures and little punching actions.

"This will come in handy when your older brothers push you around, huh?" Helion teased, a smile breaking on his face replicating Lucien's.

"Nah" Lucien was still in the middle of his happy dance "I’m gonna teach it to my Mom" When Helion's smile dropped, Lucien realized what he had accidentally divulged.

Immediately recognizing that the little boy was about to panic, Helion decided to do instant damage control even if his blood boiled at the reminder of Seraphina's bruises "You're too strong when you playfight with your mother and she needs to be shielded?"

Lucien latched on to the excuse with desperate hands "Yep. I'm going to be stronger than all my brothers one day!"

"That's very commendable" Helion nodded along "However, take care of your mother and don't hurt her. That's not how good sons behave. You have to protect her"

Lucien was silent for a moment before he stepped away "L-Like I need you to tell me! I will protect my mother from everyone!" He was getting flustered and Helion knew it so he stood up and dusted off the dirt on his clothes.

"You're a good boy, Lucien. I'm proud of you"

"I don't care!" Lucien turned away, walking toward one of the entrances too quickly before he seemed to second guess himself and turned back toward Helion "Thanks..for your help"

Helion grinned, all toothy and cocky "You're welcome, little Lucien"

"I'll come visit you in Dawn Court sometime!" Lucien turned away and was already running, an all too familiar mischievous smile on his face.

"I'm the Highlord of the Day Co-! Ah damnit" Helion laughed as Lucien disappeared around the corner, something in his chest warming.

Helion stood there for a long time before he turned and made his way back to the party to pester his favorite Highlord, thoughts of his mate and her youngest son still fresh in his mind, his heart full.

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My contribution to the Helion X LoA community because I don't see a lot of fanfics on this pairing (or maybe I'm looking at all the wrong places). This is a plea to send all and every Helion X LoA fanfic my way.

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gamerbearmira · 10 months ago

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I’ve been rewatching Puss in boots the last wish and it gave me an idea. Death the wolf raising 5yr old Mirabel not long after her failed gift ceremony.

Cue canon events in the last wish with Death checking up on Mirabel off screen and the kicker she’s a huge fan of the legendary Puss In Boots and 1) Death he’s seriously about getting that autograph on the wanted poster for his little starlight, 2.) Humbling the feline to appreciate his last life and so that Mirabel will stop giving him heart attacks because of Puss influence on his kid.

YOOOO THATS SO COOL

But with how busy death is. I imagine he’s more like a cool uncle 🌚

He pulled up to Puss genuinely trying to get an autograph, but scared the mf off before he could 😮‍💨 his main mission is kill Puss/humbling him, but he is also trying to get an autograph. Every time he gets close, Puss runs off. He needs to get Puss to chill out for Mirabel’s safety 💀💀

Reminds me of an idea I had for a last wish au 🤕

#my asks #my asks are open #encanto #encanto au #au #encanto mirabel #puss in boots #puss in boots the last wish #puss in boots death

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iydiamartinx · 5 months ago

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FLAMES OF STARLIGHT

𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗲𝗹𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 | 𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌

Pairing: Poly!Azriel x OC x Lucien

❝ 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯

𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘯. ❞

— 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐬

FROM HER SPOT, leaning against the wall, Val studied the queens. They weren't exactly what she expected. She honestly didn't know what she expected, but it wasn't this.

They were all a mixture of age, colouring, height, and temperament, yet there was just something about them that made them seem so...off. They lacked regality, and there was no mistaking the hungry gleam in their eyes.

These weren't queens, these were power-hungry women, and something told Val that these women wouldn't help them no matter what they did.

Rhysand was the first to break the silence, "Well met," He said.

They didn't reply. A nod from the golden queen, the most beautiful of the five, had their guards moving to hold position by the walls.

Nesta and Elain both shuffled aside from the bay windows to make room, but Val refused to move from her spot, leaning against the wall.

The guard closest to her glared and took a threatening step forward, but she remained where she was, stone-faced. This was her home, and she wouldn't let herself be bullied. She would stand where she damned pleased.

Val heard a slight growl come from behind her, where the two Illyrians stood not too far from where she did. It was so low Val nearly missed it. The guard's eyes drifted passed the shoulder that wasn't against the wall, and whatever he saw had his face blanching, and reluctantly he shifted back a few steps and found a different spot.

Rhysand took a small step forward, and the queens sucked in a sharp breath; whether to prepare themselves or in fear, Val wasn't sure. The guards casually moved their hands to the hilt of their swords, and Val refrained from snickering.

She didn't know the full extent of their power, but even she was wise enough to know that these human guards stood no chance against the High Lord and his inner circle.

Rhysand just bowed his head slightly and said, "We are grateful you accepted our invitation." He took in the five queens before lifting an eyebrow. "Where is the sixth?"

It was the eldest of the queens who spoke first, her eyes were cold and calculating, but her tone was neutral, giving nothing away.

"She is unwell and could not make the journey." Her beady eyes looked to Feyre. "You are the emissary."

Val noticed Feyre slightly stiffen at being acknowledged. Slowly, she nodded her head and said, "Yes, I am Feyre."

Her cold gaze then cut to Rhysand. "And you are the High Lord who wrote us such an interesting letter after your first few were dispatched."

Val stopped herself from curling her lip at the queen's tone. It toed the line between boredom and amusement. She was mocking him.

If Rhysand noticed, he didn't let on. "I am," He replied with a slight nod. "And this is my cousin, Morrigan."

The beautiful golden-haired Fae that had come with Feyre and the others glided forward. Her walk was filled with a feline-like grace, and beauty, power and dominance exuded off of her. It was evident with the way the golden and the second youngest queen sized her up that they thought she was a threat to them.

Morrigan came to a stop by Feyre's side and bowed. "It has been a long time since I met with a mortal queen."

The queen clad in black placed a pale hand on her lower bodice. "Morrigan—the Morrigan from the War."

The queens paused, and their looks shifted into awe and fear.

Morrigan once again bowed before gesturing to the chairs laid out. "Please—sit."

The queens sat down in unison, but the guards remained in their current spots.

"I assume these are our hosts," The golden queen said, running a gaze over Nesta, then Elain before finally stopping at Val.

Nesta had gone ramrod straight, while Elain—always the perfect lady—curtsied. Val, however, did nothing. Showed no reaction. Her face set into a mask of cool indifference as she evenly met the Golden Queen's gaze. Gold clashed against silver, and something sparked deep in that golden gaze.

"My sisters," Feyre clarified, her words drawing the golden queen's attention away from Val.

The golden queen looked to Rhysand. "An emissary wears a golden crown. Is that a tradition in Prythian?"

"No," Rhysand said smoothly, "but she certainly looks good enough in one that I can't resist."

Val couldn't help but smirk at his audacity. If this was who her sister had fallen for, Val would have no problem getting along with him.

The golden queen, however, didn't smile as she continued to muse, "A human turned into a High Fae...and who is now standing beside a High Lord at the place of honour. Interesting."

Val tilted her head, the sharp words at the tip of her tongue, but she held back, knowing her words would end the meeting before it even began. Don't sound so jealous. Val could hear the envy soaked in the queen's tone. She could see it clear as day on her face.

A game of power that's what the queens were playing, or at least trying to. It was something Val had learned from a young age. Nesta called herself their mother's monster, but if Nesta was the monster, then Val was something much more vicious. The only difference was that she had learned to suppress that side of herself unless her family was threatened.

Yet, this meeting with the queens was coaxing that side out. She watched with a certain level of detachment and coldness. Analyzing every move the queens made and every word that slipped past their poisonous lips.

The eldest once again spoke, "You have an hour of our time. Make it count."

It should have meant the end of the game, but it was only now that the games were truly about to begin.

"How is it that you can winnow?" Mor questioned from her seat beside Feyre.

The golden queen gave a small, mocking smile as she replied, "It is our secret and our gift from your kind."

"War is coming. We called you here to warn you—and to beg a boon," Feyre spoke. Her sister's voice was soft, too soft.

Val's lip slightly curled. She felt like her sister's use of the word beg reinforced the fact that they were in a position of vulnerability, that queens had all the power because they had something Rhysand and the inner circle needed.

"We know war is coming," The eldest said blandly. "We have been preparing for it for many years."

Val's jaw clenched as she realized the implications of their words. Rhysand glanced over at Val—whose attention was still on the queens—and his eyes slightly narrowed in thoughtfulness.

"The humans in this territory seem unaware of the larger threat. We've seen no signs of preparation," Feyre commented.

"This territory," The golden one explained coolly, "is a slip of land compared to the vastness of the continent. It is not in our interests to defend it. It would be a waste of resources."

A surge of anger went through Val as the golden queen confirmed Val's conclusion.

"Surely, the loss of even one innocent life would be abhorrent," Rhysand drawled out.

The eldest queen sniffed, folding her withered hands onto her lap. "Yes. To lose one life is always a horror. But war is war. If we must sacrifice this tiny territory to save the majority, then we shall do it."

"There are good people here." Feyre rasped out, her voice hoarse with emotion.

Feyre was probably the most outwardly emotional sister out of all the Archeron sisters. It was both her greatest strength and her weakness. Right now, it was proving to be the latter. These women were prepared to sacrifice thousands of lives in this impending war, and they didn't even show an ounce of remorse. They wouldn't change their mind even if Feyre begged them.

The golden Queen proved Val to be right as she retorted, her voice laced with sweetness, "Then let the High Fae of Prythian defend them."

For a moment, there was silence, then Nesta spoke. Her words were an angered hiss, "We have servants here. With families. There are children in these lands. And you mean to leave us all in the hands of the Fae?"

The eldest one's face softened. "It is no easy choice, girl—"

"The choice of cowards and fools never is," Val spoke up. Her voice was as equally sweet as the golden queen's had been, filled with faux understanding even as her eyes shined with disgust.

The queens' eyes flared at her clear insult, but before they could say anything, Feyre was quick to interject.

"For all that your kind hates ours...You'd leave the Fae to defend your people?"

"Shouldn't they?" the golden one questioned, her head tilted slightly, sending that cascade of curls sliding over a shoulder. "Shouldn't they defend against a threat of their own making?" She snorted. "Should Fae blood not be spilled for their crimes over the years?"

And what of your blood, should it not be spilled for the neglect of your people? The words were once again at the tip of Val's tongue, but the sharp warning look from Rhysand had her biting her tongue.

"Neither side is innocent," Rhys countered calmly. "But we might protect those who are. Together."

"Oh?" The eldest queen mused, her wrinkled face hardening. "The High Lord of the Night Court asks us to join with him, save lives with him. To fight for peace. And what of the lives you have taken during your long, hideous existence? What of the High Lord who walks with darkness in his wake, and shatters minds as he sees fit?" She cawed out a laugh. "We have heard of you, even on the continent, Rhysand. We have heard what the Night Court does, what you do to your enemies. Peace? For a male who melts minds and tortures for sport, I did not think you knew the word."

Feyre spoke, her tone laced with anger and frustration. "If you will not send forces here to defend your people, then the artifact we requested—"

"Our half of the Book, child," The crone cut her off, "does not leave our sacred palace. It has not left those white walls since the day it was gifted as part of the Treaty. It will never leave those walls, not while we stand against the terrors in the North."

"Please," She said simply, all anger gone and left with defeat.

Silence again.

"Please," Feyre repeated. "I was turned into this—into a faerie—because one of the commanders from Hybern killed me."

"For fifty years," Feyre continued, "she terrorized Prythian, and when I defeated her, when I freed its people, she killed me. And before she did, I witnessed the horrors that she unleashed on human and faerie alike. One of them—just one of them was able to cause such destruction and suffering. Imagine what an army like her might do. And now their king plans to use a weapon to shatter the wall, to destroy all of you. The war will be swift, and brutal. And you will not win. We will not win. Survivors will be slaves, and their children's children will be slaves. Please...Please, give us the other half of the Book."

The eldest queen swapped a glance with the golden one before saying in a gentle, placatingly tone, "You are young, child. You have much to learn about the ways of the world—"

Val let out a low growl, about to snap at the crone, but Rhysand beat her to it. "Do not," He said with a deadly quiet, "condescend to her."

Azriel had told her he was centuries old. Feyre had mentioned he, Rhysand and Cassian grew up together. Which meant Rhysand was also centuries old. The eldest queen was nothing but a child compared to him.

It seemed she also realized that fact as she had the good sense to look nervous at that tone.

His face was unforgiving and hard as his voice, as he went on, "Do not insult Feyre for speaking with her heart, with compassion for those who cannot defend themselves, when you speak from only selfishness and cowardice."

It was at that moment Val's respect for the High Lord grew.

The eldest stiffened. "For the greater good—"

"Many atrocities," Rhys purred, "have been done in the name of the greater good."

Val let out a snort, drawing the attention onto herself. She didn't miss the way a flicker of disgust ran over the queens' faces at the sight of her.

Val knew in their eyes she was a nobody, a mere human girl with no standing. With the hunting clothes she wore, she wouldn't be surprised if they thought her equivalent to a wild beast. They wouldn't be far off in their thoughts, yet, Val also didn't care. She might not have any power in their eyes, but she knew who she was, and she was far from powerless. She may not have magic or a crown, but she would do anything to protect those she cared for, and that was infinitely more dangerous than being driven by greed.

Val straightened up and returned the look of loathing, but unlike them, she made no effort to hide it.

"Do. not. come into my home and lie to our faces," She warned. "You claim you are doing this for the greater good, but the truth is you care for no one but yourselves. You would sooner see us suffer and die than push past your bigotry against the Fae to help us." She spoke in a soft yet deadly tone that was filled with nothing but ice. "Fools, liars, and cowards, that's what you all are."

"How dare you?!" The second youngest queen snarled, losing her composure for a second.

From the corner of Feyre's eyes, she saw the way the shadows around Azriel darkened, a few wisps curled in agitation—or was it in protectiveness? She watched as the darkened wisps moved away from their master to circle around Val instead.

Val didn't notice as she stood tall and composed, unperturbed by the young queen's ire. Yet, the queen's eyes widened as she saw the darkness slither around Val's form.

"Quite as easily as you seem to put your lives above thousands of others," She boldly answered. "There is a chance to stop this war, but you let pride and prejudice cloud your judgment." Val shrugged. "If I'm wrong in my words, then prove it and give us the book. Let us stop this war before it can even begin."

The Elder queen interjected, eyeing the dark wisps warily, "The Book will remain with us. We will weather this storm—"

Val smirked humourlessly and shook her head, but before she could once again call them cowards or something worse, Mor cut in.

"That's enough," She interrupted firmly.

She got to her feet and stepped up beside Val. There was only one word that came to Feyre's mind when she saw her sister and Mor standing together, deadly. One of darkness, and the other of light, both equally dangerous in their own right.

Mor looked each and every one of those queens in the eye as she said, "I am the Morrigan. You know me. What I am. You know that my gift is truth. So you will hear my words now and know them as truth—as your ancestors once did."

None of the queens spoke, and Mor gestured to where Feyre sat.

"Do you think it is any simple coincidence that a human has been made immortal again, at the very moment when our old enemy resurfaces? I fought side by side with Miryam in the War, fought beside her as Jurian's ambition and bloodlust drove him mad, and drove them apart. Drove him to torture Clythia to death, then battle Amarantha until his own."

Mor took in a sharp breath, and Feyre's attention once again drifted to Azriel when she saw him inch closer.

"I marched back into the Black Land with Miryam to free the slaves left in that burning sand, the slavery she had herself escaped. The slaves Miryam had promised to return to free. I marched with her—my friend. Along with Prince Drakon's legion. Miryam was my friend, as Feyre is now. And your ancestors, those queens who signed that Treaty...They were my friends, too. And when I look at you..." She bared her teeth. "I see nothing of those women in you. When I look at you, I know that your ancestors would be ashamed."

"You laugh at the idea of peace? That we can have it between our peoples?" Mor's voice cracked, and Azriel subtly shifted nearer to her, though his face revealed nothing. "There is an island in a forgotten, stormy part of the sea. A vast, lush island, shielded from time and spying eyes. And on that island, Miryam and Drakon still live. With their children. With both of their peoples. Fae and human and those in between. Side by side. For five hundred years, they have prospered on that island, letting the world believe them dead—"

"Mor," Rhysand cut Mor off in a quiet yet sharp reprimand, and Val realized whatever she said or was about to say was supposed to remain a secret.

When the Eldest spoke, her eyes were bright, "Give us proof. If you are not the High Lord that rumour claims, give us one shred of proof that you are as you say—a male of peace."

Val narrowed her eyes. She didn't know why but those words felt like a trap. All she saw when she looked into the queen's eyes was greed and victory swirling in those dark depths.

Rhysand stood up in a fluid motion, and the queens followed.

"You desire proof?" He asked before shrugging. "I shall get it for you. Await my word, and return when we summon you."

"We are summoned by no one, human or faerie," The golden queen simpered, and Val didn't even bother to hide it as she rolled her eyes.

"Then come at your leisure," Rhys said, with enough of a bite that the queens' guards stepped forward.

Their eyes once again drifted to the two Illyrians behind her and whatever the guards saw had them paling.

"We will consider it once we have your proof." The crone nearly spat out. "That book has been ours to protect for five hundred years. We will not hand it over without due consideration."

Empty words that's what the queen's words were. Val didn't believe them. No matter what proof Rhysand would offer, she didn't believe that they would hand over the book.

Rhys barely inclined his head as he added, "Perhaps then you'll comprehend how vital the Book is to both our efforts."

The golden queen smirked as she looked to Feyre. "Good luck."

Then they were gone. The room was silent, and it was Elain who broke it by letting out a sigh.

"I hope they all burn in hell," She murmured.

Val let out a quiet snort. "So do I, sweet sister, so do I."

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justfangirlstuffs · 2 years ago

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Now that Y/N is a thrall, can Sun and Moon still feed on them?

An excellent question!

Vampire!Moon x Thrall Y/N

“Hey, knock knock,” you said, as you entered the room.

It was a huge library room and Moon was sitting in one of the large armchairs reading a book about various cat breeds. Upon your announced entry, however, his eyes drifted from the pages to settle on you. A soft smile graced his lips.

“Hello there,” he greeted. “Are you settling in alright?”

You took that as a sign that you weren't disturbing him and walked farther into the room. “Yeah, still getting used to the furniture and décor coming to life at random, but it's been okay otherwise.”

Moon chuckled. “It's been a while since this place has seen a new guest. DJ and the other spirits are excited.”

Ah, so there were multiple ghosts. Cool. “Thinking of getting a cat?” you asked, gesturing to the book he was holding.

“No, animals don't tend to favor us, but they are nice to look at.”

You approached, peering over his shoulder to look at some of the pictures. The breed he was looking at was a slender feline with a narrow face and bat-like ears. It was cute, and you couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to have a pet around the house. Taking advantage of the angle you were at, Moon leaned up to kiss the juncture of your jaw and neck. The contact had heat flooding your face.

“Sweet little Starlight, are you still so easily affected by something so small?” Moon asked, voice laced with amusement.

“Sh-shut up,” you mumbled, feeling even more embarrassed.

With a resounding thud, the book was shut and suddenly you found yourself being pulled into Moon’s lap, your legs straddling his waist as one hand kept a firm hold on the small of your back. “Such bad manners.” He tsked, his grin becoming impish, taking on that sharper edge and you knew you were in for it. “Do I need to punish you?”

Your hands braced against his shoulders as he began kissing along your throat. The skin on your face and neck felt like it was on fire and your heart was already racing.

“It’s been a while since I’ve tasted you,” you murmured, his fingers caressing along the base of your neck. “I wonder how you’re flavor will be now?”

“You… you can still feed on me?” you asked uncertainly. It was admittedly something that had been on your mind since you weren’t fully human and all. A part of you had wondered if you would be appetizing anymore.

Moon paused in his attentions, his gaze meeting yours. “Now that you’re a thrall, you're more of a temptation than ever.” His cool digits caressed your warm cheeks. “We’ll be relying on you even more for feedings, since your body will have an easier time keeping up with it.” He paused, his expression thoughtful. “That is… if that’s something you want.”

“I…” Your voice dropped to a mumble. “Y-yeah… I do.”

“What was that?” Moon asked, his mouth going back to teasing your throat. “I don’t think I heard you. You’ll need to speak up.”

Your breathing was becoming erratic and you bit back a moan when you felt his teeth graze your skin. “Y-you have super hearing, th-there’s no way you didn’t hear that. Mm…”

The teeth nibbled at your neck but still didn’t pierce. He was toying with you. Your hands were fisting the folds of his cloak.

“Tell me what you want, sweet thing,” Moon murmured coyly. “And don’t forget to say ‘please’.”

Your bit your lip, almost wanting to hold out for as long as possible just to spite him. You tried to shift away but he held you in place, right where he wanted you. You weren’t gong anywhere without his say-so, and that notion alone was enough to raise your body temperature to almost unbearable heights.

“Please, bite me,” you gritted out.

“Can’t hear you~,” he sing-songed, nibbling the lobe of your ear.

Or for the love of… “Please, Moony, I want you to bite me. Please, I take can’t much more- hngh!”

At last, you felt his fangs pierce in deep and you released a shuddering sigh of relief as you were carried away. Carried under, with him holding you all the way down.

(The short answer is, YES :D)

#enthralling you enthralling me #justfangirlwritings #eyem snippet #when the muse calls I answer #vampire!moon #fnaf moondrop #moon x reader #moon x y/n #fnaf moon #suggestive cw

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aquilathefighter · 2 years ago

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Getting this @dreamlingbingo fill in just under the wire!

Square: E4: April Monthly Prompt "Adoption"

Title: Earl Grey, or: the Tiny Grey Cat

Rating: G

Word Count: 768

Ship(s): Dream of the Endless | Morpheus/ Hob Gadling

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Additional Tags: Pre-Relationship, Cuddling & Snuggling, Actual Cat Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Cats, Fluff, Original Animal Character

Summary: Dream ends up in Hob's flat a bit before the man actually arrives, and meets a new addition to Hob's living space: a kitten! The King of Cats talks to the young kitten and finds out that children of all kinds are poor keepers of their caregivers' secrets. When Hob arrives, Dream and the kitten are formally introduced and Dream is forced to relax for once in his life.

On AO3 here!

When Dream appears in Hob’s flat this time, he hears silence but for a tiny mew coming from the living room. He creeps forward to investigate, moving like an owl on the wind. Peering over the back of the couch, he sees a tiny kitten not more than a month old.

Her fur is a dusty grey, tinted lavender by the angle of the sun hitting it through the window. She looks up at him, blue eyes expressing the intelligence behind them. With ease, Dream shifts into his own feline form, a great black Maine Coon with starlight in his eyes. Jumping up on the cushions, he allows the youngling to sniff at him.

You are the king of cats! She exclaims, tail flicking with recognition.

That I am, young one. You know of me?

Of course, my mother told stories of you. That we could return to ruling over the humans if enough cats dream it!

Dream’s tail swishes. Dreams shape the world, little one. But are you not happy with the life provided by Hob Gadling?

The kitten tilts her head. You know his name?

I know much of this world, he rumbles. Hob Gadling is an… old friend of mine. If he does not treat you with the reverence you deserve, it is within my power to address.

Oh! You’re his stranger… Dream? Her ears prick up, rotating as she hears sound beyond the confines of the flat. He’s coming, if you want to talk to him. He talks about you a lot to me, you know. I think he really likes you, she giggles, barely holding back the secrets Hob confessed to her in confidence.

My question, young one. Are you pleased in your life here? Dream tries to ignore her comments, but despite his best efforts, the idea that Hob discusses him with a close confidant plants itself in the forefront of his mind.

Oh! Yeah! It’s as good as life for a kitten gets. He plays with me and feeds me and gives me things to climb on and he never gets mad when I scratch at things. I’m very happy here.

Thank you, young one. I shall return to talk with you.

Dream reels back to jump. As four paws leave the leather cushion of the couch, sand swirls around the great cat’s body and he lands on two booted feet.

As soon as he transforms, the door swings open for one Robert Gadling. He sighs, chucking the keys in a bowl near the door and flicking on warm overhead lights to illuminate the entire flat. He slips his jacket off, setting it on the hook screwed into the back of the door. Through with his routine, he notices he’s not alone.

“Dream! It’s always good to see you,” he says, rushing into the living room to join Dream. “I see you’ve met Angie.” He leans closer to Dream to whisper conspiratorially, “That’s short for Anchovy.” He snorts, amused with his own antics. “Adopted her last weekend, something in me just couldn’t resist her big blue eyes,” he smiles.

“Hello, Hob. Angie, as you have named her, speaks highly of you.”

“You can speak to cats, too? You never cease to surprise me, old stranger. Come, sit down. We can catch up a bit more comfortably.”

Hob sits in the center of the couch, Angie climbing into his lap. Dream perches next to him, back rigid. Hob laughs and looks at him in a way that’s unfamiliar. His eyes are soft and relaxed; his mouth drawn up in a gentle, closed-mouth smile. Dream cocks his head in response.

“You really haven’t relaxed a day in your life, have you? C’mere.” He wraps an arm around Dream’s shoulders, easing him into the plush back cushions. If Dream leans a bit too hard into the touch, Hob doesn’t mention it. He presses into Hob’s side, tension draining out of his body like an untied balloon. Angie’s tiny paws press into his leg, stretching from one lap to the other. Dream reaches out to pet her, bumping into Hob’s hand. They must have decided to pet her at the same time. Face turning red, he retracts his hand, setting it back in the gap between their bodies.

When Dream looks down at Angie, her eyes are closed. He reaches out with a questioning tendril of thought, receiving only a feeling of smugness and the vibration of her purr across his leg. Hob’s hand massages into his shoulder and Dream rests his head on Hob’s. Maybe there’s room for a second cat in Hob’s heart.

#dreamling bingo #dreamling #dream x hob #aquila writes

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feyresdaughter · 2 years ago

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A Court of Frost and Starlight, chapter 16-18:

Rhys POV

I snorted. “Careful how you whine. Feyre calls us Illyrian babies often enough.” Azriel chuckled. “Her flying has improved enough that I think she’s entitled to do so.” Pride rippled through me. Perhaps she wasn’t a natural, but she made up for it with sheer grit and focus.

AZRIEL AND RHYS BEING PROUD OF FEYRE AWWW

She looked radiant. Indeed, as Feyre emerged from the kitchen hallway, I took a moment to simply drink her in from where I sat in an armchair near the fire. She went right to Mor—perhaps because Mor was holding the wine, the bottle already outreached. I admired the view from behind as Feyre’s glass was filled. It was an effort to leash every raging instinct at that particular view. At the curves and hollows of my mate, the color of her—so vibrant, even in this room of so many personalities. Her midnight-blue velvet gown hugged her perfectly, leaving little to the imagination before it pooled to the floor. She’d left her hair down, curling slightly at the ends—hair I knew I later wanted to plunge my hands into, scattering the silver combs pinning up the sides. And then I’d peel off that dress. Slowly. “You’ll make me vomit,”Amren hissed, kicking me with her silver silk shoe from where she sat in the armchair adjacent to mine. “Rein in that scent of yours, boy.”I cut her an incredulous look. “Apologies.”

HE'S SO INTO FEYRE HE'S STINKING INTO AMRENS ZONE

Until—“Do you even celebrate Solstice in the Summer Court?” Until Cassian decided to open his mouth.

I want a young bat boys novella. Rhys already is so used to this shit, that happened A LOT

Varian turned his head toward where Cassian and Azriel lounged on the sofa, his silver hair sparkling in the firelight. “In the summer, obviously. As there are two Solstices.” Azriel hid his smile by taking a sip from his wine. Cassian slung an arm across the back of the sofa. “Are there really?” Mother above. It was going to be this sort of night, then.

Hehehehe

Feyre appeared beside my seat, her scent settling into me. I tugged her down to perch on the rolled arm of my chair. She did so with a familiarity that warmed something deep in me, not even bothering to look my way before her arm slid around my shoulders. Just resting there—just because she could. Mate. My mate.

Their love is everything to me

Feyre POV

He’d propped his head on a fist, his wings draped across the bed behind him. “Happy birthday, Feyre darling.” I groaned. “How are you smiling after all that wine?” - “I didn’t have a whole bottle to myself, that’s how.” He traced a finger down the groove of my spine

“I was hoping you’d forget.” Rhys smirked. “Of course you were.” Yawning, I dragged myself into a kneeling position, stretching my arms high above my head before I pulled the gift to me. “I thought we were opening presents tonight with the others.” - “It’s your birthday,” he drawled. “The rules don’t apply to you.” I rolled my eyes at that , even as I smiled a bit.

SJM should write more fluff, she hit the nail on the head with acofas

“Had you not been hoping that your own mate would forget your birthday.” I snorted. “Had I not been hoping for that.” I kissed him again, and when I made to pull away, he slid a hand behind my head and kept me there. He kissed me deeply, lazily— as if he’d be content to do nothing but that all day. I might have considered it.

“I want to draw you,”I said. “As my birthday present to me.”His smile was positively feline. I added, flipping open my sketchbook and turning to the first page, “You said once that nude would be best.”Rhys’s eyes glowed, and a whisper of his power through the room had the curtains parting, flooding the space with midmorning sunshine. Showing every glorious naked inch of him sprawled across the bed, illuminating the faint reds and golds of his wings. “Do your worst, Cursebreaker.”

He did that so fast, he was WAITING for this

She handed me one of the tarts, sugar sparkling. I bit in without hesitation and let out a hum of pleasure. Elain beamed.

Feyre and Elain in acofas are everything

“There’s an old manor house in the southeast, in the humans’ territory. Jurian and Vassa were … gifted it.” From the lines that bracketed his mouth, I knew who had likely arranged for the manor to fall into their hands. Graysen— or his father. I didn’t dare glance at Elain. “Rhys mentioned that they were still in Prythian. I didn’t realize it was such a permanent base.” Both trying to lead the humans who occupied the sliver of land at the southernmost end of Prythian. Left ungoverned for so long. Too long. No king or queen remained in these lands. No memory of their name, their lineage. At least amongst humans. The Fae might know.

That's a weird thing to mention so randomly

“Interesting.” His golden eye whirred. “What is.” Not feeling very festive at all, I said sharply, “That you now feel more comfortable with humans than with the High Fae. If you ask me—”

Just realized that Feyre feels hurt oh my heart

“I know you still blame yourself for your sisters being Made.”Mor nudged my knee with her own. “And because of that, you want to fix everything for them now that they’re here.” - “I always wanted to do that,”I said glumly. Mor smiled crookedly. “That’s why we love you. Why they love you.”

First of all, Feyre just wants everyone to be happy, she's adorable 😭 and second of all, MOR I LOVE YOU

Rhys’s answering laugh was bright as the sun on snow.

The way they are describing each other's laughs is everything, EVERYTHING, to me. EVERYTHING. Fr

“Three Illyrian warriors,” I said. “The greatest Illyrian warriors. Are having a snowball fight.” Mor’s eyes practically glowed with wicked delight. “Since they were children.” - “They’re over five hundred years old.” - “Do you want me to tell you the running tally of victories?”

Awwww

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