#sweet helping dorian

[silent-words]

My headcanon about a Shadow Dragon Rook romancing Emmrich.

They are anxious that their beloved will go to Nevarra after defeating the gods, while they are still needed in Minrathous. Naturally they think no one else cares.

One time in the Shadow Dragon lair Dorian casully remarks that Minrathous Circle would be pleased to welcome such an accomplished professor of Necromancy and even their skeleton apprentice. By his knowing look Rook understands, but still wonders, why the mighty magister would bother about some laetans or soporati relationship with a necromancer.

Until Emmrich quietly points out that Dorian had a sending crystal in his hand.

[hannibalhasthetardisat221b]

mmm, if I were there, I'd be kneeling for him too.. 😏 *blushes slightly* wait, did I just said that out loud.... oops. 😳

[theheadlessgroom]

@beatingheart-bride

With books in arms and sweets in hands, the couple soon departed from the bookstore, the elderly proprietor cheerfully bidding them goodbye as they stepped back out onto the street, which had proceeded to come a little more alive, more couples walking to and fro, in and out of shops, the streets alive with the chatter of friends, the laughter of children, and the jubilant music from the nearby restaurants.

Truthfully, Susannah seldom gave much thought to any future in which she'd be a wife and mother. Until meeting Philippe, that sort of notion felt far more like a pipe dream than anything else, unable to envision anyone being eager to make her their bride, let alone mother of their children, but ever since falling love, she'd found that had changed quite a lot, and thus, she found herself daydreaming more about what was to come.

Would they have nights like this in California? Walking the streets together after dinner, their children running ahead of them, giggling up a storm as they enjoyed everything the world had to offer? Would the little ones play in the grass, gathering flowers and begging their parents for sweets from the nearby vendors? Would she and Philippe put them on their shoulders, and let them see the world from a whole new vantage point, and make them feel like they could touch the stars, the way her father did? She liked to think so.

A gentle smile crossed Susannah's face, and she couldn't help but lay her head against Philippe's shoulder, the way so many other ladies did with their gentlemen, feeling more content than she had felt in a very, very long time.

[halonicheart]

This Duskwight man was found on the brink of death, crawling out of the chasm known as The Palace of the Dead. Adventurers and Wood Wailers alike in the area got quite the fright… it wasn’t until he was in the hands of local healers that the handkerchief clutched in his hand was finally noticed. It was nice enough, silk with lace trimming and embroidered with the initials “D.N.”

The man was unconscious for several days. Not a single person came forward to identify him. The ones caring for him had no choice but to wait for him to awaken. When he finally did he could only remember his given name- Dorian and nothing else. Some tried to guess his last name, tossed around a few guesses in hopes of any of them seeming familiar. None did. In attempt to be humorous, albeit perhaps a touch insensitive, one suggested he be given the surname Netherfell, as if to insinuate he came from the nether realm. No one expected him to take a liking to it.

And so he lived his days as Dorian Netherfell. He made no genuine attempts to regain his lost memories.

Dorian can be described as odd and a bit distant, off putting but well meaning and morbidly curious for all things- well, morbid. Though he isn’t a loner by choice, he isn’t entirely bothered by it either. Almost as if he were content to not really have a single true friend, just acquaintances who tolerated him. For reasons he can’t even remember, he finds he is rather wary around strangers and terribly mistrusting of adventurers. He admits there might be something hypocritical about it, given he could very well have been an adventurer himself prior his memory loss.

Before he was Dorian Netherfell, he was Dorian Nicolette. He was still off and a bit distant, a bit off putting but well meaning and still morbidly curious. The major difference is he was very, very lonely. So much so he clung to the two people who took pity on him. Those “friends” of his weren’t particularly genuine. Truly kind at first, albeit they treated him like a child at times, but that soon gave way to exhaustion, annoyance, contempt…

They ended up bringing him along their adventures, not out of want but no choice, and truly grew sick of him. Their adventures took them to the Shroud where rumors about the Palace of the Dead spoils and specters reached their ears. The two formulated a plan, it was perfect, they knew better than anyone Dorian would love to go to this place. So they will go and leave him for dead. No one would find him save for the beasts wandering the place.

What they did not expect was for it to back fire. The “friends” died down there, mauled by something much more sinister than the mind could conjure. Somehow, Dorian managed to get away, the price for a chance to live being his memories, likely due to trauma from the betrayal as well nearly dying. The hurt ran so deep that even with blotted memories it permeated through his entire body.

Don’t trust adventurers. Don’t trust people. The kindness of Lovette and company terrifies him. Makes him want to rip his skin off, make the itch go away… but being alone is boring, doing the same thing day in and out is boring and he’s terribly curious of what may come if he follows them around.

Soon as he can muster up the courage to leave the Shroud, leave the Palace of The Dead, leave the place he’s drawn to in ways he wishes he wasn’t… soon… he hopes.

[monards]

It’s not even a matter of “I hate wander/scara” because I don’t!!!! I don’t!!!!! I just don’t feel right about how it’s being leaked to us, at least!!!!

I understand that Scara was intended to mirror/have a similar narrative to albedo…, no shit !!! BUT!!! comma. Maybe it’s just the Rhinefamily pilled brain I have , but it’d be far more moving for any of Rhine’s other children to be a more major part of it.

Scara SHOULD be in the quest!!! No shot!!! Look at simulanka!!! It clearly works. However!!! That was in such an incredibly specific and limited environment,, when we’re in the real world with real durin, it feels like it just makes so more sense that yknow.. one of his brothers who understand his trauma & whatever the fuck rhinedottir has going on, would be the one to more majorly remedy the issue. if that makes sense . -> this is especially considering we KNOW a major of the confrontation is understanding “the truth”.., and as much as scara doessss know abt all of that on some level. I doubt he could provide insight to Rhinedottir and the world around them the way albedo (or even subject two, at this point,) could. if this makes any sense

hoyoverse does albedo’s journey to understand flaws & humanity & nuance mean NOTHING to you.

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

ooohhhhhh, please can you write a smut with aegon? maybe where he catches her in the town with some guy she’s been seeing and he just gets jealous and they go back to the keep and it’s just angsty but smutty. tyyyyy 😚

Request: Aegon weds Helaena instead of his twin sister. They continue seeing each other but Alicent force them apart and end this with smut

Warnings: 18+, smut, humping, mention of p + v, sibling incest,

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Since birth, you and Aegon had always been attached to the hip. You fed from your mother’s breasts at the same time, napped together, bathed together, and continued doing so as you grew up. Where Aegon went, you followed. 

When your bodies started to change, you pointed it out to each other and did things the Faith of the Sevens considered sins. 

Because of your bond, you always assumed you would wed your twin brother when you could flower, but Aegon ended up being betrothed to your younger sister, Helaena. Neither you or Aegon were pleased with the decision. He didn’t love Helaena, and never would. She was just a wife he had to bed until his seed took. 

On nights Aegon didn’t see Helaena, he snuck to your chambers. With you, he didn’t need to imagine someone else’s face to keep his cock hard. All he had to do was look in your eyes — and your perky breasts and pink cunny. 

Eventually, you got caught and your mother took the decision to order a guard at your door at night. 

Three years went by since you last shared a bed, since you last felt each other’s naked body. You had turned to brothels, buying yourself the finest looking men that would fill the void of your brother - although none would equal his beauty. 

It was difficult seeing him around the Keep and staying away from each other. All you wanted was to throw yourself into Aegon’s arms and never let go. 

‘’You smell new tonight, Princess,’’ the blond boy complimented as he kissed your skin, smelling something different. ‘’Although I do not recognize what it is.’’

‘’Jasmin,’’ you said, tilting your neck to give him more space. ‘’I brought home soaps from Highgarden when I visited.’’

He continued to kiss your body as you laid there in the silks of your private chamber, veils of curtains shielding you from the prying eyes of the customers. It was no secret that the princess was frequenting brotels of the Street of Silk, but your naked body was not for open view. Only those who were given golden coins had the chance to see what hid beneath your sumptuous dresses. 

Tonight, his name was Dorian, or mayhaps Davos. It was the same to you. He had a pair of blue eyes that reminded you of Aegon's, which had heavily influenced your choice of boy of pleasure. You've laid with him before. He was one of your favorites. Sweet, delicate faced and he had a decent cock. 

His kisses were light as his lips descended down your naked body. His hands trailed down your collarbones and to your supple breasts. You sighed in pleasure, appreciating the way he was suckling on your nipple. 

‘’Does the Princess like how I'm taking care of her?’’ he asked sweetly, wanting to please. 

You relaxed against the pillows. ‘’Very much.’’ 

Dorian continued to kiss lower and lower, until he reached your lower stomach. ‘’May I touch you, Princess?’’ 

You nodded in consent, a long moan leaving your parted lips when Dorian’s thumb circled your neglected pearl. After a month of traveling, a month of only having your hands to pleasure yourself, your body was sensitive and in need. 

On the other side of the curtains, Aegon was strolling through the brothel with a goblet of wine in his hand, rubbing himself over his breeches while looking for a suitable cunny to dip his cock in. There were women of every kind. Some were half-naked, others fully exposed, all wearing expressions of lust and desire. 

As he walked past one of the curtained-off rooms, he couldn’t help but notice the feminine moans and gasps coming from within. Curious, Aegon paused in his steps and pulled the curtain slightly open.

Aegon’s eyes widened at the sight before him. He almost dropped the goblet in his hand at the pure shock of realizing whose body was being pleasured behind the curtain. His twin sister. His sister that he had not touched in so long. 

You writhed and moaned so prettily on the silken sheets, your face scrunched up in pleasure at the work of the boy of pleasure in the bed. 

With his hand still gripping the curtain, Aegon pulled it open and stormed into the room. His eyes were burning with jealousy and fury, his voice sharp when he spoke. ‘’Get out.’’

The boy of pleasure looked up in surprise, gasping at the sight of your twin brother standing at the end of the bed. He glanced at you, then back to Aegon, not knowing what to do. You had paid for his company, he should stay. But the rage on Aegon’s face terrified him. 

“I said get out,” Aegon repeated with his jaw clenched, his eyes never leaving you. ‘’It’s a command from your prince of the realm and heir to the throne.’’ 

The boy of pleasure hurried off the bed and left the room, leaving you and Aegon together. 

You sat up when the curtains closed again, your eyes wide and your body stiff. With the way Aegon burst through the curtains with such anger and rage on his face, you knew exactly what he was feeling. Jealousy.

‘’What in the Seven fucking Hells is this?’’ His voice was sharp and harsh, and his blood was boiling. ‘’You let whores sully your body with his disreputable seed?’’ 

You poured yourself more wine into your cup and took a small sip under Aegon’s gaze, not bothering to cover your body. ‘’I don’t let them fill me, if that’s what you’re worried about. There is no bastard babe in my womb.’’ 

Aegon clenched his jaw at your response. The fact that you were so casual, that you were so calm was making him even more angry. He took a few steps towards you, his eyes roaming over your naked and exposed body. Gods, you were so beautiful. The memory of the many times he had you like this under him flashed through his mind, and he cursed under his breath, his cock hardening in his breeches.  

‘’You let someone unworthy between your legs. You…you betrayed me!’’ 

You almost laughed at the absurdity of his words. Betrayed him? 

‘’Mother forced us apart,’’ you reminded him. She was the villain of the story, not you. ‘’What was I supposed to do, Aegon? Plot for my sister’s death so I could wed her widower husband?’’

‘’We could have used the hidden passages and seen each other behind Mother’s back.’’

‘’And risk her exiling me to Oldtown?’’ You shook your head, refusing this to be your fate. 

‘’I would not have let her.’’ He climbed over the bed and reached for your chin with a firm grip. Forcefully, he tilted your face up to look at him. ‘’I would not have let her take you from me.’’ Aegon’s voice was lower and huskier now that he was so close to you, and you could feel the heat coming off his body. He let go of your chin but didn’t move away, trapping you between his arms. 

As he hovered over you, your eye’s met with his. You felt like you could almost drown in their blue hue. This was his natural state, you knew. Full of fire and lust, unable to control his emotions. His breathing became deeper and more ragged as he continued to stare down at you. 

You were both silent for a moment until Aegon suddenly lowered his head, burying his face into your neck. He nipped and sucked at your skin, biting down hard just to hear you hiss. His body pressed you down into the bed, humping against you. His clothes felt rough against your bare skin, but the friction of your bodies sent shocks of pleasure through each other. 

‘’Ahh, I need you, Aegon,’’ you mewled in his ear, fingers clutching at his commoner tunic. His hard bulge was pressing against your naked cunny, the wetness seeping from you staining the fabric every time he rubbed against you. 

His lips kissed their way up your jaw, then he brushed his nose against yours. ‘’Have me.’’

The lewd sounds came from behind the curtains echoed through the brothel all night, making customers wish they could have a turn with whoever was giving pleasure. Little did they know, it wasn't a brothel worker who was behind the curtains, but a prince and a princess who were making up for three years of craving each other.

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[queenjulia11]

The scene with Dorian’s mom. God. I love the way Matt plays parents of all kinds, but this was one of his best if you ask me. We learn so much about her just in her introduction.

This woman is a public-facing figure who very recently lost a child, and you can see it on her face right away when Matt plays her. That neutral expression of having to do a mundane task like making tea, because for some fucking reason the world keeps turning even when you’re in the worst pain imaginable. And then she sees her other son who ran away and has been missing for almost a year, and she is immediately overcome with relief and joy just to see him safe again. She doesn’t blame him or tell him she’s been worried sick. She’s just so happy to see him again.

And of course she says no when Dorian asks her if she hates him. Because he’s her baby, there’s no universe where she could ever hate him. But I really appreciate how she doesn’t go on a whole thing like “oh my gosh, sweetheart, of course not, it wasn’t your fault, etc.” Because even though all of that is definitely true, she knows it’s not what Dorian needs to hear right now. He won’t believe it.

She just says “no.” She just takes the weight off of his shoulders and gives him space to break in a safe, comfortable place.

And Dorian; sweet, noble, anxiety-ridden Dorian, who has been putting others before himself and pushing his emotions and grief all the way down because of more important work for so long, finally has the time to truly mourn his brother.

And his mother just holds him. No one else is here but the two of them. He gets to be her baby again for just a moment. She is so proud, and so sorry. She wishes she could’ve done more for him. But she is doing the one thing she knows she can do to help better than anyone else: and that is hold her son until he falls asleep in her arms, just like he did when he was small.

There’s nothing like a good, long cry when you’ve been needing one for a long time. It opens you up to so much. I really appreciate how Robbie shows that: how Dorian is crying through Orym’s whole speech to him, even if it’s a happy moment. It really shows how safe he feels with Orym now that he can just let it go. I love how Dorian says “yes” before Orym has even asked the question because he doesn’t feel guilty for wanting things anymore. I love how he asks if they can take it slow because it still hurts too much to be happy. I love how he kisses Orym, and how he lets Orym kiss him.

This character has grown so dramatically over the years, and it’s been a spectacular thing to witness. I’m so happy Dorian feels comfortable enough to live as himself now with the people he loves, and how he continues to exist in this beautiful world despite all the harshness he’s faced within it. I’m so happy he gets to heal, as messy and slow as it will inevitably be.

Fair winds, Dorian Storm. 💙

[yourlocalravendork]

~Tell me more, tell me more~

Spencer confides in Derek about his date with reader. Unbeknownst to Spencer, reader confides in Penelope about their date with Spencer.

A/N: Is this becoming a series???? Maybe I'm just two involved in these two awkward nerds and I can't just let them be one shots. I played around with the writing style a little. Hopefully it isn't too confusing as I like to think I signposted who was talking pretty well.

Accidental date (1st) The not so accidental date (2nd)

Over the last few days, all that was on Spencer's mind was your date. The way you happily let him ramble about how different the film was to the book. The way you brushed his hair out of his face. He just couldn't help but keep his mind on that night. So much so, a certain Derek Morgan picked up on it.

"So, kid, what's on your mind?" Derek asked, resting on Spencer's desk. "I was just thinking about the very distinct difference between the 10th Doctor with Rose and the 10th Doctor after Rose. The character arch is actually quite intresting and it really makes you think about-" Before Spencer could continue his little ramble about Doctor Who, Derek cut him off. "Cut it, kid. We both know your British alien show isn't the thing in the forefront of your mind," Derek said with his usual tomcat smile, "So spill. What's got your mind turning to mush?" Spencer began stuttering and stumbling under his breath, trying to get out of the situation. It was still very delicate with you. He didn't even know if you two were dating. "I went on a date," Spencer mumbled and that's all Derek needed to hear before pouncing. "Get 'em, playa," he teased, giving Spencer a congratulatory slap on the back, "Who was it?" Spencer didn't say anything. Hell, he didn't need to. His eyes betrayed him as he glanced over to your desk. Derek's smirk only widened.

You however, were eagerly discussing the date in Penelope's office. "So, spill," Penelope said, handing you a mug of piping hot tea. She sat eagerly, awaiting the details of your little movie date with Spencer. "I mean, you heard about our little accidental date, right?" you asked wanting to make sure that she was caught up with your recent escapades. "The planetarium trip, Derek told me all about it. It's just so you two!" Penelope practically squealed. Seeing your friend so enthusiastic about your dating life was rather endearing. "OK, so this time I just sort of asked him," You explained, taking a sip of tea after you finished your sentence.

"They asked you?" Derek repeated what Spencer had told him, slightly impressed that you had the confidence. "It was… Awkward," Spencer said slowly, trying to find the best words, "But a good awkward."

"I thought I was too blunt," you continued your explanation, "And there was this slightly awkward air about us." Penelope was eagerly hanging into every word you were feeding her. She lived for this gossip. Especially when it involved you and Spencer. The two of you were like her own personal romcom unfolding in front of her. "Go on, tell me more," Penelope encouraged.

"They offered to take me to see that new Dorian Gray film," Spencer explained, a small blush painting his cheeks as he looked down at his hands. The still couldn't believe it had happened. "And let me guess, you told them all about the deviations from the book?" Derek teased light heartedly.

"He did not," Penelope gasped, trying to reign in her excitement. "Yeah, every so often, he'd whisper contextual information about the book and such," you admitted, a blush matching Spencer's unbeknownst to you. It was sweet. Like the two of you gossiping about school child crushes sharing with your best friends. "You two nerds are made for each other," Penelope declared which made you roll your eyes.

"It sounds like you had a nice night then, kid," Derek said with a nod of approval. "Yeah, it was nice," Spencer said with a soft smile. He wasn't exactly use to this. The office gossip was usually about others, not him. But Derek was almost like his older brother. Telling Derek about your date felt like getting approval from your big brother. "There was one other thing, too," Spencer added.

"I brushed his hair out of his face," You told Penelope with a smile on your face. "You did not!" Penelope gasped. From all of these details you were telling her, it felt like she was planning out yours and Spencer's wedding in her head. The two babies of the BAU, hopelessly in love. "Yeah, I did. He was just talking and it fell in his face. I… I wasn't thinking." A soft smile took over your lips at the memory. Spencer's soft hair and his even softer blush.

"That's what was on your mind then." Derek put two and two together. He had a sense of pride when it came to hearing about Spencer's date. Like watching Spencer grow up. "You want my advice, pretty boy?" Derek offered which Spencer eagerly nodded. Spencer would take any advice he could get. He didn't want to mess this up, whatever this was that the two of you had. "Just be yourself." "Just be myself? Have you seen how that usually works out for me?" Spencer asked. 'Just be yourself'. Those words always sounded like a trap. No one would want a nerdy, fact spewing boyfriend. They'd want someone normal. Spencer wasn't normal. "Think about it kid. They loved the planetarium date, they asked you out to the film, your geeky tenancies have won over their heart. They don't want some constructed personality to try and make them like you. They want you." Derek's advice made sense. You wanted Spencer for Spencer. That was new for him. New but definitely not unwelcome.

Both of your gossip sessions were cut short due to being called into the roundtable. You and Penelope came out of her office and crossed paths with Derek and Spencer as the four of you were heading to the roundtable. With a shy exchange of "Hi," from both you and Spencer, Derek and Penelope shared a look. A smirk that suggested they were definitely going to meddle and play matchmaker.

[rationalnerd62]

"There were no consequences to Bell's Hells' actions!"

Oh my sweet summer child, ramifications of the end of an age don't happen in a single game, even an 8.5 hours long on. C3 is similar in that way to ExU: Calamity, in the sense that it described events leading to the end of an age, but didn't spend much time detailing the new one.

Still, there were plenty of indications that the story didn't end there for many characters. Braius, Opal, Morrigan, Vax, and Pike will all have to deal with mortal Gods at a point or another. Disgruntled mortal Gods could try to hunt down Bell's Hells if they're really unhappy about their situations (thankfully, it'll take a decade or two for that to happen aha). Some religious folks will have an issue with them, but let's be honest, Team Issylra will ask you "when do they not have an issue with us?".

Yes, there will be a few religious crises around Exandria. Those don't happen nor get resolved in a single game though, so maybe we'll see more of that in post-campaign one-shots and future campaigns. We'll have to watch and find out! The new ExU mini-series will already be dealing with a similar theme, as Divergence will come up right after a significant change in the relationship between mortals and Gods. That'll give us an idea of what could be or what can differ.

"But Divine Magic doesn't seem to be impacted! That sounds like a cop out!"

Well, Matt mentioned a few times that the assumptions on the metaphysics of his fake world may not be true. My understanding is that the realms of the Gods haven't changed, so mortal souls should get through a similar process than before. Maybe divine magic draws powers from those worlds instead of directly the Gods? Clarification can be asked in fireside chat and wrap-up aha. But also it's a fake world, Matt can change it as he wants, it's fine.

"What about other consequences?"

Well, I'm expecting Imogen to help for a bit with Ruidians on Exandria. Ashton will have to deal with the Kryn at one point or another. Fearne might get into trouble with the Unseelie court. Dorian is definitely still getting into trouble. Who knows whether Chetney's deal with Nana Morri will bite him in the ass at some point? So many one shot opportunities for Bell's Hells, I think we'll see them quite a few more times. I guess that's a consequence of having C3 being so focused on the overall plot and less on individual character arcs: the story of those folks is far from being over...

[lanafofana]

Temptation

Pairing: Raphael x Tav(f)

Word count: 3.6k

Summary: She won't sign another contract but she’s not opposed to a different kind of deal

Rating: Explicit [🔞MINORS DNI]

Warning: Porn! Filthy depraved devil porn! A little bit of hate sex (PnV with a little PVP), ( she throws hands twice)(but he's into it). Cunnilingus, because it wouldn't be a Lana fic if a tongue wasn't getting shoved in someone's [redacted]. A little bit of toxic relationship dynamics at play (devil gonna devil). SMUT SMUT SMUT

No beta, we die like pumpkin pie (listen, it's been a long night)

💖✨Kudos to @dr-demi-bee for the prompt✨💖

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“The only way to get rid of temptation is to yield to it.”

Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

Raphael doesn't look surprised to see her anymore. Merely gives her a look when she finds him on the balcony of his Archive and snaps his fingers to conjure her a drink that appears in her hand before returning his attention back to the fiend giving him some kind of report in the guttural language of the infernal.

She slips away, perusing his collection of tomes from some kingdom long dead and sipping at her wine. It's too sweet, cherry rich and decadent but the alcohol burns pleasantly warm in her belly. Later, sprawled across a lavish settee, an open book in her lap, Tav is trying to untangle a web of mental snares that have put her in a melancholy mood of late when Raphael finds her.

He doesn't say anything for a long time but she can feel his gaze taking her in with more precision now that he can afford his full attention to the task. The predator, sizing up the prey. Her skin prickles.

She's returned to his house with more frequency of late and though he’s never brought it up she’s struck with the sudden anxiety that she is overstaying her welcome. Draining her glass of wine she swishes the liquid around her mouth while watching the crystal goblet refill in a blink. He's never asked why she’s decided to help herself to his company or tries to dissuade her attention when she comes calling. There's a mystery there she’s too afraid to pursue. She sighs and takes another drink.

Footsteps, steady and deliberately slow, approach. The predator, stalking their prey. Turning a page in the book she isn't reading Tav pretends his proximity doesn't send a bolt of heat and fear fizzling along her spine. In her peripheral he stops, a looming metaphor for the direction her choices are driving her to. A finger, warm and familiar, presses against the soft vulnerable space just past the jut of her chin and tilts her face to meet his.

“Have you come to bargain?” His dark eyes drink in her face, giving nothing away.

He already knows the answer to that question but she answers it anyway, deriving a weird sort of comfort from the repetitive nature of this exchange they've replayed so many times they might as well have memorized a script.

“No.”

His eyes narrow and she doesn't hear the snap but her wine glass and book both vanish. Standing involves significantly more motor skills than she presently possesses so, with a smirk, the devil offers her a courteous hand and hauls her up. Her breasts graze against the broad expanse of his chest before she gains her bearings and straightens. He doesn't let go of her hand.

“What then do you seek from the House of Hope?” His voice is mocking but his eyes are hungry. Tav knows the steps to this dance by heart but she’s hungry too. Famished.

Grasping the collar of his opulent coat she tugs him into her orbit, sliding a hand into his hair and pressing her lips to his. He tastes like hellfire and forbidden fruit.

The edges of her vision white out for a moment when he displaces them to his quarters, his infernal magic buzzes against her tongue pleasantly. Pressing close with nothing but fabric between them she shifts, a calculated movement to stoke the fire of his desire.

“Crawling and secret she constructs her own web, a trap for her prey, fallen into instead.” Raphael wedges his knees between her legs and, hands tight on her hips, bows her back to wrest control from her. Dizzy with drink and anxiety and lust Tav grinds against his thigh, seeking the friction that will at last unwind her mind.

“Needs work,” she critiques unnecessarily, breathless and smirking. He nips her bottom lip, pulling the plump flesh taunt in chastisement but it makes her lashes flutter, her clit throbbing against his thigh.

Huffing a laugh at his petulance she pulls away. Pulling her clothes loose and discarding them under his dark gaze while backing towards the bed. The backs of her knees hitting the edge of the mattress, she beckons and –after a moment– he follows, unbuttoning his doublet slowly.

“Go on then,” she teases, heedless of the black warning in his face, “Seduce me with your limerick.”

“A mouthwatering fruit, this human heart.” He sheds his jacket, the shirt too, preening under her appreciative stare. “Devastating, damned, and doomed from the start.”

She swallows, mouth dry as he approaches and comes to a stop close enough to feel the heat off his skin.

“Dazzling, delicious but,” he looks at her critically for a moment, “Not very rare, this cracking soul is fetid with,” Raphael leans in, to take in her scent deeply. Closing his eyes he murmurs lasciviously, breath hot against her ear, “Despair.”

She throbs with need.

Wrapping a hand around her throat he pauses only long enough to take her pulse, sneering at the staccato beat, before sliding his hand down her chest, to her breast. With both hands he gropes her roughly, squeezing and tugging at her nipples till they pucker, rosy and stiff. The expression on his face hasn't changed much, cold and disdainful but his eyes. She shivers under the blistering heat of them.

“Take what you came here for, creature.”

The words are hardly out of his mouth before her hands are on him pulling him close with a rough hand in his hair, yanking his head to the side, putting her teeth to his throat.

She bites him savagely, electric at the needy whine he tries to stifle unsuccessfully. She laves her tongue against the red teeth marks soothingly, hands on his shoulders. His hands have migrated too, palming the swell of her ass. When she runs the edge of her teeth down the column of his throat and licks the dip of his collar bone he smacks an asscheek, the crack sharp and loud in the otherwise quiet room.

In retaliation she sinks her teeth into his shoulder so hard he repeats the action on her other asscheek. She cries out, her inner walls slamming down on nothing.

“Tell me, my dear,” his voice, rough and deep, is commanding. Tav clenches her thighs together in response.

Nothing and no one comes for free in the House of Hope. Each visit to his bed, a transaction between her hunger for his body and his hunger for her pain. Their unspoken devil’s pact. She knows exactly what he wants and her stomach flips in trepidation.

Hands full of her ass he is not gentle when he pulls her against him, grinding her against the hard length of him through his trousers. She whimpers, drawing her nails across his shoulders and scoring livid marks into his skin. “Tell me,” he repeats, a furious snarl, as he shoves her to the bed.

“Then ask, you fucking monster,” she hisses, hitting the mattress with a soft ‘oof’ as the wind is briefly knocked from her lungs.

He follows her descent, aiming to cage her body with his but a spike of adrenaline has her scrambling out from under him. Awkwardly she heaves her way to the head of the bed but he’s faster – stronger– and he snatches her ankle in a fierce grip, dragging her back within range.

Wrapping himself around her, thick cock against her ass, bruising fingers holding her captive against his chest he chuckles. The sound chills her in the same way it sends another trickle of wet desire between her legs.

Close to her ear he breathes his full query at last. “What is the root of your despair?” Her stomach sinks down to her toes, the red flush of her desire doused cold.

What was your last wickedly depraved thought, he's asked her before. When did the thrill of bloodlust last blind you completely to sense; do you hate anyone more than you've hated yourself? She may have never signed another contract with him but somehow he’s found a way to drain her soul, piecemeal, all the same.

“Tell me,” he murmurs against her skin, parting her thighs to drag a finger along her slick wet slit.

The reason for the wine becomes clear to her in that moment. She’s never had inhibitions where sex is concerned. Has never considered it a trial to use her body and let it be used for its skill with a blade, on either side of the sheets.

But put enough wine down her throat and inevitably the secret hurts that haunt her begin to spill out from between her lips.

The devil growls at her hesitation, flipping her over and pinching a nipple between his teeth slightly too hard. Demanding her attention and supplication in all things.

“I–,” she gasps and leaves half moon indentations on his skin when he sticks his tongue in her belly button, swirling his tongue there lazily. “I’m sad, all the time,” she confesses in a rush like it will hurt less to say it fast. Her heart pounds. “I hide from my friends, from everyone, and suffer alone. I’ve always been alone, I’m pretty sure I'll always be alone because it’s–” her breath hitches on a strangled sob when he just barely presses his thumb to her clit and leaves it there, teasing. Torturing. She doesn't want him to ever stop. “I’m too much to be around. Too much unhappiness in one person to inflict on anyone else.”

“Self pity,” Raphael groans with relish and she bristles because of course he's right. “Never looked so lovely than on the utterly pathetic,” the words burn, as they're intended to. “Look at you, mourning yourself to the point of self destruction.”

Blood rushes to the surface of her skin, blooming red and hot across her throat and cheeks. Within her bosom she aches. Raphael hums with pleasure, as drunk on her internal agony as he is on her body.

Feeling flayed open she wails, hands scrabbling for purchase on his skin and in the rumpled bedding, when he sinks a finger fast –and hard–and deep in her dripping, aching cunt. She bites her lip and breathes through the discomfort of letting him see her. The despair and self pity on full display for his perusal. He feasts on her pain like a man deprived of fresh air, reveling in the cocktail of humiliation, fear, and miserably pathetic sorrow.

“Entrust me with your soul and you'll never be alone again, for as long as your pitiful soul flickers,” he vows, working a second digit in with the first. She’s so wet her lips squelch lewdly around his scissoring fingers to punctuate his words.

He means it too. It's far from the first –or the last– time he has promised an eternity to her. Her soul nestled within his grasp forever, damnation tempered with endless companionship. A demon’s version of love. Eternal ownership. The ache in her chest sharpens to a knife’s edge. Thrusting her hips against his hand, her breathing changes, getting deeper and faster as her orgasm inches tantalizingly closer.

Her legs are open but her heart's been closed so long the hinges squeak and grind in complaint at being disturbed. Maybe that's why his canny words rend instead of pierce, like they're claws mauling instead of hands gently stroking. Devils don't know kindness but there's a world of gentleness in the way he peels open her ribcage to curl up in her chest cavity with his insidious intent.

“Kiss me,” she begs. Begs, hoping it will be enough to stem the tide of his incendiary words. Words spoken with the intent to hurt, to disturb, to split the cobbled pieces of her being back into shattered fragments he can hold in his hands. To mold her, shaping her to his will. Without ceremony he crushes her with his mouth, his body, and his desire.

Raphael moves against her, heavy and too big, a threat and a promise that tastes like cherry wine and feels like coming home. The kiss, a miscalculation on her part, steals his voice but replaces wounding words with bruising force. Shoving his tongue into her mouth he seeks only to consume and she moans around the wet intrusion, curling a hand tightly into the hair at the nape of his neck until he hisses against her teeth.

She lets him continue only for so long before the hand she has locked in his hair tugs viscously and she gets a glimpse of his pupils blown wide before his eyes flutter closed. The Archduke Supreme would never admit to his proclivities in bed but he’s not the only one studying his prey during their encounters.

She maneuvers until he's beneath her, breath stuttering in his chest as his ardor intensifies with her forceful take over. The meticulous Archduke Supreme, Lord of the Nine Entire, Devil of False Hope, Cania’s Conquerer might have eaten her whole for the audacity of asking for control in the bedroom but when she takes it…

He groans, squirming and wanton, when she peels herself away from his lips to sink the fingers of one hand around his throat while the fingers of her other hand tug on the laces of his breeches.

“Tav,” he growls, the reverberation of his vocal chords against her hand shooting directly to the heat that burns in her core.

She pulls her hand from around his throat to pull back and strike him across the face. His hips surge up against her desperately. “Silence,” she warns, nimble fingers slipping his throbbing cock from its confines.

The fat head is wet, a glistening mess of his own precum. The smell makes her mouth water. Wrapping her hand around the shaft she pulls at him experimentally, running the calloused pad of her thumb across the leaking slit on top and along the thick vein beneath his glans until he whimpers. The sound makes her smile, the power of her unique position sending a rush of wet slick through the lips of her vulva, dripping down the inside of her thighs.

Moving the hand she just had wrapped around his erection to her own throbbing need she drinks in his expression while he watches her fuck herself on two fingers. She leans back to give him a better view while she circles her own clit, biting her lip and shifting her hips in time with the movements until she’s close, almost too close.

The devil never looks more beautiful than when he’s languishing untouched, desperate and needy and simmering with helpless fury.

“Open that pretty maw, creature,” she sneers, an echo of his earlier epithet.

Obediently his lips part and she leans forward, shoving her fingers into his mouth, pressing against the molten heat of his tongue.

“Suck.”

Tav's eyes flutter, nearly rolling to the back of her skull as the Duke follows her instruction, locking his lips around her slick coated fingers and sucking hard enough to tear her soul through her fingertips. She moans, positioning herself above his pelvis and undulating her hips to rub his delicious head through her slippery folds.

Inside his mouth his tongue swirls across the pads of her fingers and he echoed her moans; pleasing, pretty, broken little sounds that have her sinking onto his cock halfway in her excitement. He bucks, too sharp teeth grazing erotically against her fingers and she withdraws them to backhand him; whip fast and snapping his lust drunk face to the side. He gasps and she revels in the feeling of him jumping against the walls of her sex.

Pulling herself upright she arches her back, giving him a pretty view as she plays with her own breasts, running the tips of her fingers along the goose pimpled flesh of her abdomen.

“Like what you see, devil?” She taunts, sinking a little more around his girth. “Tell me, Archduke,” she smiles cruelly. “Tell me how much you want to fuck this sweet mortal cunt.” She twists her nipples and sinks a little lower on his cock, watching the expressions flit across his face faster than he probably even registers them. She smiles, all teeth. “Beg.”

“Please!” He doesn't even hesitate, voice gone tight. “Please, let me feel you sink that perfect tight cunt onto my cock.” He releases the most delicious open mouthed whine when she does, enveloping him completely. “Please!” He blurts, hands fisting in the bedding, muscles quivering with the restraint to keep from fucking into her.

The stretch is nothing short of divine. Her hips yearn to move, to rock against him, grinding his hips into the bed but she pauses, balancing on the precipice.

“Please, what?” She demands, relishing in the widening of his eyes, the way his mouth hangs open.

“Please,” his eyes close briefly and he swallows thickly, “Archduchess Supreme, My Lady Eternal.”

“Good boy,” she murmurs, warmth suffusing her entirely when he keens at the praise.

Planting her hands on his chest she wastes no more time, fucking herself on his thick cock; fast and hard and rough. Between her fingers she pinches his nipples, leaning forward to swallow his cries as she rides him to the brink. Between her thighs he cants his hips, mindlessly matching her thrust for thrust as his orgasm barrels within reach.

She slips a hand between their bodies, pinching her swollen clit and cries out his name and a litany of swearing as she crests her final peak. Her mind whites out, the walls of her cunt bearing down on his cock so tightly he spills into her with an inarticulate groan.

Their bliss reached, their movements stutter clumsily to a stop, chests heaving and breathless pants peppering the air with the soft sounds of post coital exhaustion.

Tav disengages from Raphael's body slowly, flushing at the rush of slippery fluid that leaks out of her. The devil looks at the mess between her legs, unabashed, a pleased smirk hovering in the corners of his mouth.

Running a finger through their combined spend, shivering on the cusp of overstimulation, she holds his gaze as she reaches up to paint his lips with it.

He doesn't even blink, licking the shine of his own seed from his lips and making a pleased noise, deep in his chest, that echoes in the throb of her empty cunt. Leaning into him, chest to chest, Tav chases the taste of them on his tongue with a redolent kiss, slow and tender. His hands drift along her sweat slick skin, raising goose bumps with each delicate graze of his nails.

Wrapping his arms around her Raphael flips them, startling a sound from her that he chases with teeth and an amused chuckle. Before she registers what he's doing the devil is wedged between her legs, pushing one of her legs wide, fingers sunk tightly into the plush thickness of her thigh while the fingers of his other hand part the puffy lips of her sex.

He stares, transfixed, for only a moment before he bends his head, slotting his lips against her wet, sticky heat. The predator devours the prey. The gluttonous wet sounds of him licking and suckling at her sex sends her brain rocketing away on a tidal wave of sensation. She grasps the back of his head in shock and a haze of overwhelming arousal.

“Raphael!” She cries out when he locks his lips around her clit and sucks. “Nnnggg– ahhh!!”

“Say my name again,” he growls, immediately spearing her with his tongue and twisting to lap at every drop of her slick heat. “Say it!”

“Ra– Raphael! Oh– nnngggahhh!!” If she is his Archduchess then he is her god and she cries out to him, exultantly. “Raphael! Yes! Yes! RAPH–”

He hums his pleasure and the vibration has her sinking both hands into his hair, pressing him closer– harder–

She flexes her hips, rocking against the sensation of his mouth taking her apart, heart slamming against her ribs as her mind spirals faster and faster and–

“RAPHAEL!” Tav’s mind flies apart as she screams her release, back bowed, thighs clenched tight around the Archduke’s ears.

She comes back into her body to the feeling of her fingers being disentangled from their iron grip on his hair. She releases him immediately, flexing her digits and collapsing against the bed as a wave of exhaustion slides over her.

“You,” she pants breathlessly, boneless and still buzzing for the high of her orgasm. “That was–

“Delicious,” he finishes for her with a sinful smile that does nothing to soothe the thunderous beating of her heart.

This time it is the devil who stretches himself over her body, skin against sweaty skin, and presses the taste of her arousal and his spend between their lips in a filthy kiss. When he pulls away Tav’s dazed expression pulls another smile to his face, this one different from the one he usually shows her. Her stomach clenches but in the next moment her face is split in a jaw cracking yawn and when she looks again he looks the same as he always does.

“Sleep, my dear,” he says in a tone that conveys he neither cares if she does or does not. With a snap of his finger he is dressed and polished once more. He drags his eyes down the length of her naked body with an appreciative leer. Another snap and he's gone in a flash of hellfire.

Tav forces her body to move though her limbs feel made of jelly. She crawls between the sheets, the luxurious material cold against her heated skin. Sweat on her scalp and elsewhere on her body sends a shiver down her spine. Cocooned, safe, and spent, she sleeps.

That's All Folks!

[screechingfromthevoid]

Dorym's (yes dorym) attachment and love for Imogen is so unbelievably soft and loving and I'm OBSESSED with it.

Orym has been right there in front of Imogen the entire time. He's been protecting her and supporting her since the very beginning. He heard "she's very capable" and he said "fuck yeah she is". Orym telling her he'd be proud to be her dad. Orym putting all his faith in her despite her fears and her obvious weaknesses (ie not being able to give up on her mother). I wouldn't go as far as to call her his daughter but that's his second best friend and he loves her SO much.

Dorian. Dorian Storm admires and respects the FUCK out of Imogen. They've only gotten closer since his return. I think they see themselves in the other. I think there is a commonality they find in being some of the youngest in the group. This is their first real excursion into the world. They're just now settling into their queer identities. They have strained relationships with their fathers. They love their mothers. They are just constantly supporting and uplifting each other.

And Imogen loves dorym as much as they love her. She cried when Orym told her that he was proud of her. She trusted Orym to keep her secret when she went looking for her mother. She listened to Orym about his family. I truly believe Orym is the reason why Imogen has stayed on this side of the fight. I think, in a worse world, Imogen would have joined up with her mother. Not because she believed any of it. But because whatever the end result is, she would have time with her mother. But knowing and loving Orym she stayed on the right path because of exactly how much hurt and pain her mother helped cause. If she didn't know it. If she didn't see it. She would have been with her mother.

Imogen pulls Dorian into her little "we were being too loud" rouse because on some level I think they both knew that the other was fundamentally unattracted to the other and I think that harbors a solidarity between them. Like not to meme on a meta post but wlw & mlm solidarity at its finest. She teased him when he comes back and when he understands that's what she's doing he grins and says "I've missed you too". And since then they've had this back and forth where they can be a little mean to each other. And they can be a lot sweet to each other. I think they gave each other a sibling. And no. Imogen didn't do that to replace Cyrus. But she wanted a brother. And Dorian wanted a sister.

I don't remember what my thesis was going to be but all of this is to say the dorym & Imogen dynamics mean a lot to me and I love seeing every part of it in action.

[eternalmomentss]

Can't help but wonder if Dorian visiting the war camp and playing his music about the Hells to lift everyone's spirits is going to have any future significance, especially in connection to Bells Hells' reputation and standing in society. Robbie made such a sweet and selfless RP choice and an excellent use of his own feature and I really hope it might help ease some of the vitriol and distrust toward the group post-catatheosis.

[fandom-smutty-shots]

The assassins kissing their s/o for the first time

Request

Masterlist

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Characters: Altaïr, Ezio, Edward, Arno, Jacob, Evie, and Basim

Warnings: Maybe a little suggestive content?

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Altaïr Ibn-LaʼAhad

Altair would be so shy.

I mean, he knows what he's doing, of course, he's been married before, but that was why he was so afraid to show you he cared.

He would put his finger under your chin and lean in carefully, giving you a gentle but dazing kiss before letting you go with a goodnight.

You both couldn't wait to do that again.

Ezio Auditore da Firenze

He'd be teasing you first. He'd have his arm against the wall with you backed up, leaning down on you with that smug smile.

He'd whisper Italian in your ear, his hot breath sending tingles down your spine before he moved, painfully slowly, to your lips, hovering over you as you looked into his eyes with desperation.

Finally, he'd tug you in, one hand in your hair and the other on your waist as he crashed into you, moving so fast your head spun.

You were breathless by the time he pulled away, your gasps filling the otherwise silent air.

"You think I'm good at kissing, mi amore? I have so many other things to teach you."

Edward Kenway

Man, Edward would sweep you off your feet with your first date and kiss.

You would be so in love so fast you won't know what hit you. He would kiss you so passionately, pushing you up against something and cupping both sides of your face while your hands roamed his back.

It would last minutes before he finally broke it off, stepping away with his final words.

"You look beautiful tonight, (Y/n). Just in case you I didn't make that clear."

He had made it pretty clear.

Arno Dorian

He'd take you out for a nice dinner before walking you home, holding your arm as he escorted you

He'd give you a gentle goodnight kiss, just a simple peck to remember him.

And a promise to be back to take you out again.

Jacob Frye

Your date had been... interesting at best. The food was bland, the drinks were watery, and the conversation was forced.

You didn't know what had gone wrong. You had great chemistry when you first met, but the dinner had just been... awkward.

Just as you were ready for a hole in the ground to open up and swallow you, Jacob stopped in his tracks and turned to face you.

He leaned in and gently pressed his lips to yours, moving slowly and confidently as your eyes fluttered closed and you eased into his arms. It lasted minutes, just the two of you in your own world away from everyone else.

It was perfect.

Evie Frye

She'd take you out for a day around town, chatting you up and showing you a good time.

Finally, she'd sit you down, lean in slowly, and hold the back of your head before devouring you. She'd kiss you hard and deep, filling you with every bit of want she had for you.

Basim Ibn Ishaq

Basim had been injured, and you had been watching over him for the days he had been healing.

He was finally moving around, although slowly, and you were pretty sure he was still in pain.

But that didn't stop him from placing the ghost of a kiss on your lips as you helped to tuck him in one night, his lips barely tracing over yours as he thanked you, in his own, sweet way.

You hoped he'd thank you again.

[iskratempestmadness]

Hi! I really like your Baki headcanons, so I was wondering if I could headcanons for the boys having a small s/o like a lot or more shorter?

Okay, let's do it.

I'm going to try a new format to describe more characters.

A thing from a high shelf

It was quite funny to watch. Honestly. He was probably trying not to laugh. But the picture he saw was funny, a little awkward, but undoubtedly sweet. The thing is, you've been trying to get a pack of cookies from the top shelf for a while now. While you were trying to finish the job you started, for some reason the idea of taking a chair did not occur to you. And of course your height was certainly not playing in your favor right now. So small and neat, you jumped, stood on chains, stretched and, alas, could not get the coveted pack in any way. And of course, this charming picture was accompanied by grumbling that the cookies could have been placed lower, and that it was probably done on purpose.

So how could he not help you? Of course he did. Coming up behind you, it took him a little effort to get the cookies off the shelf.

It has probably already become clear that he extremely likes your height and for this reason it becomes the reason for many of his jokes.

Yuuichirou Hanma, Chiharu Shiba, Retsu Kayoh, Atsushi Suedou, Jun Guevara

wearing on your shoulders

Not so long ago you decided to make a habit of walking in the park. However, with your boyfriend, every walk turned into a race. And this time was no exception.

So, as usual, you were walking behind and were already several dozen steps behind because of the length of your legs, and he was walking ahead with an energetic step, and for you he was flying, again because of the length of his legs. When you asked him to slow down for the hundredth time, he stopped. The moment you reached him, he picked you up in his arms and a second later you were sitting on his shoulders. Because of your height, your dangling legs barely reached his abs. The hands were on his head, gently running through his short hair.

... It was unexpected and perhaps sweet.

But that's only on your part. He was rather embarrassed at that moment. But he does not deny the fact that it is doubly pleasant for him to walk with you like this.

Jack Hanma, Hanayama Kaoru, Hector Doyle, Dorian, Kato Kiyosumi (he liked it between Your legs), Biscuit Oliva, Nomi no Sukune

You're wearing clothes

Perhaps lately you've been noticing posts in your feed too often about how girls took guys' clothes for themselves. Someone complained about it and was outraged, someone liked it and thought it was cute. You've never done anything like this. Well, the hour of your debut has come.

When your boyfriend came home, the first thing he felt was the smell of dinner. He could clearly hear the smell of baked chicken and potatoes, as well as the notes of salad. And of course the first thing he did was head to the kitchen. And bingo! He guessed right. The appetizing-smelling chicken was cooking in the oven, and at that time you were busy with the salad.

But there was something else that he noticed. He recognized one of his hoodies on you. Oh, don't worry, she sat on you wonderfully! Despite the fact that it was a little too long, the sleeves were long and the neckline was a little wide.

And.. it caused emotions. At first, a slight surprise, and later it was replaced by tenderness and quiet joy.

He definitely has a couple dozen of that image in his phone.

Baki Hanma, Kozue Motsumoto, Orochi Kastumi, Orochi Natsue, Tokugawa Mitsunari (in this case, the clothes just fit), Sikorsky (the coat was stolen), Koushou Shinogi

neutrality

Oh, it's uncritical for him, trust me. He has eyes, he knew who he was meeting and immediately appreciated your size. So... Your height is just your height. He doesn't attach much importance to it. However, he will support you if you have complexes about it.

Yujiro hanma, Orochi Doppo, Kaku Kayoh, Shibukawa Goki, Ryuukou Yanagi, Spec, Kureha Shinogi

[fancyfeathers]

Burn It All Down

(Yandere!Justice League & Yandere!Young Justice)

Based on Yandere!Justice League with their darling!children AU

Previous Chapter <- Chapter Fifteen, The Bird Song -> Next Chapter

This chapter is told from the perspective of Oliver Queen's Son!Reader

Each chapter will be from the perspective of the reader, but as the different children since when I originally had this concept, they were all darling/reader characters.

Songbird was back, safe and sound. It had been a week since her rescue. She was currently getting a check-up by a doctor provided by her sponsor, one of her old rich friends from back in Gotham. Honestly, without you, she would still be stuck back at Mount Justice, an unfortunate circumstance led to fortunate friends with you spotting her in Star City. You currently sit out on the balcony garden of the penthouse on one of those long porch swings, your feet dragging you back and forth. You were reading a book that your team’s magician, Hex, lent you: The Picture of Dorian Gray. You used to read quite a bit when you were younger, especially after what happened to your birth mother, what happened right in front of you, it helped take your mind off of things.

“Mind if I join you?” A feminine voice asked you from the doorway, you looked up to see the speedster girl they called Blitz. She was dressed in a pair of shorts and a tank top, most likely having woken up not too long ago. “Mr. Queen, right? Or um… what’s your code name again?”

“Apollo, and yes, please do, company sounds actually quite nice right now.” You smiled and scooted over for her to sit down next to you, but as she did, she pulled her hands out from behind her back, two mugs of coffee for the early morning you two were having. You took the coffee cup she handed you, it was pure black, just like how you liked it, you guessed she must have noticed when you had coffee before the mission last night. “You have a high metabolism, right? Wouldn’t this do nothing for you?”

“Well, ya… but it still tastes nice.” You glance over at her cup, and it was more so a cappuccino than coffee, with maybe a few spoonfuls of hot chocolate mixed in there, so she most likely just had an extreme sweet tooth. “I’d have to drink at least five cups to feel anything.”

“Huh, well, I guess that makes sense.” You took a sip of your coffee she brought you as you set your book down, laying it down on your lap, you would finish it later, after all conversations like this are nice to have every once and a while. “If I can ask, why didn’t you go on the mission a few nights ago to rescue Songbird?”

“Well, I needed to help a friend, she was going through some mental issues and I wasn’t just about to leave her alone like that, ya know?” You guessed she was talking about Blue Lantern, who was also absent from that night’s rescue mission, and with whom the speedster was sharing a room with at the moment. “Now, since you asked me a question, I get to ask you a question.”

“Alright, shoot.”

“Why were you in Star City when Songbird came looking for you? Cause you don’t seem like the sentimental type, I mean, please tell me if I’m wrong, though I don’t think I am.”

“Well… I can be sentimental if I want to be.” You pause, your smile fading away as you trailed off into your thoughts, that unfortunate night all those years ago, but you could not expect people to trust you if they did not know the truth. “Around eight years ago, during my freshman year, my mom was murdered… I was visiting her grave.”

“Your mom, but isn’t your mom Black Canary, and your dad is Green Arrow…” 

“My birth mother… she was sort of in a relationship with my dad and my mum, but relationship is just for lack of a better word in this situation.”

“So you have two moms and a dad?”

“Exactly right, she was my mama, Black Canary is my mum, and well, Green Arrow is my dad.” 

“Can I ask how your birth mom was… murdered? I mean you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to-”

“It was Deathstroke, one of the strongest, if not the most skilled assassin on the planet.” You cut her off, and you could see her face morph into visible concern, and she did not know if she should comfort you or just let you be. “It was just a normal night, my mu- Black Canary was on an undercover mission for the Justice League, and my dad had just left patrol. I remember my mom was getting ready for bed, and I was working on homework for my biology class. I heard her scream, so I ran to go and check on her, thinking that the pet snake I had at the time got out of its case, but I only walked into the room to find her bleeding out, her arm cut out and Deathstroke standing there, she yelled at me to run so I did, trying to contact my dad with the SOS signal he installed on my phone, but by the time he got there it was too late…”

“Apollo…”

“She was dead, and then Deathstroke almost got to me… but my dad got there just in time to save my life at least.” You reached out, pulling up your hoodie slightly for the girl beside you to see the jagged scar on your abdomen from Deathstroke’s blade. “Deathstoke gave me a few fucked up scars, lost enough blood to put me on death’s door and if that wasn’t enough he used a poison on his blade made by Sportsmaster that caused catatonia for weeks… by the time I was fully there mentally I missed her funeral, I mean it was just a small event but still…”

“She was your mom, I get it.”

“Ya… she’s buried in the garden on the mansion’s grounds… honestly, I don’t know what I was thinking going back like that.”

“You missed your mom, that’s why.” You let her reach out a hand to rest on top of yours, giving your hand a light squeeze. “Your mom… was she a vigilante too?”

“She was once… kinda rivals with my dad for a while, and then they started dating, but as their civilian identities, Oliver Queen, Dinah Lance, and some museum archivist…” You laughed under your breath, your mom was a historian with a specialty in archaeology, and she would tell you all sorts of stories about the interesting exhibits and artifacts they held there. “But there was an accident, an explosion at a power plant, which damaged the tendons in her hands because she was trying to pick up rubble to rescue a worker there, putting her out of commission. “The rest is ugly… and I’d rather not talk about that part, but I’m sure you know what I mean.”

“I think I do, ya…”

“So what about you, who’s your mom?” You asked, switching up the question onto your new friend, which caught her off guard. “I mean, we all know the Flash.”

“She was a travel nurse who met my dad in Central City when she was there on a job. She doesn’t talk about those days much anymore… she saw some pretty horrific things as a nurse that she was going to retire any which way, but her career was cut short anyway.” You saw her smile, drumming fingers quite literally a million miles per hour against her thigh. “I think part of her was fine with everything that happened to her, after all, she always wanted to be a mom, which is part of the reason why she became a nurse, and she was always somewhat happy.”

“And you weren’t happy?”

“I… I don’t know… I mean, I had a good childhood, but it’s like how one bad thing can spoil everything.” You could hear her foot rapidly drumming on the ground like her heartbeat as she chewed on her bottom lip. “It was when I first developed my speed, it was my sixteenth birthday, and I was training for tryouts for the track team, one moment I was a block away from my house, and the next I was in the middle of the Arizona desert, I was so scared I could hardly breathe when I called my dad, a crying mess. He was there in seconds and brought me back home, clearly, I wasn’t allowed to try out for the track team, wouldn’t be fair. But it also sort of sealed the belief in my dad’s head that I could never be like him, I was too scared, and I just wasn’t prepared… that I would never be ready to be like him, I could never be a hero cause I get too overwhelmed too easily.”

“And yet you're still here?” You asked, and she nodded in response to your question. “How do you not get overwhelmed, like as Blitz?”

“Well, sometimes I can’t stop myself from getting overwhelmed, but music helps, music helps a lot actually.” You watched as she dug into her shorts’ pocket, taking out her cellphone. You scrolled through something before pulling up her playlist and handing you her phone. “Songbird is actually a pretty big music buff too, she helped me make me a playlist for our… work, so to speak.”

“So you listen to music while going two hundred miles per hour?” You scrolled through her playlist: classic punk, glam rock, classic pop, indie, classic rock, electronic rock, pop punk, and whatever the hell recession pop was. So she definitely seems like the type of person who was the artsy indie sort of kid in high school, you were not too different yourself. “How does that even work?”

“Songbird and Firewall designed a special app that allows my phone to track my speed and speed up the music to match my speed, so nothing is in slow motion for me.” You handed the phone back to her as she spoke and leaned back, and glancing over the landscape of the city. “It helps me stay calm and fully in control, overwise I just get to…”

“Freaked out?”

“Exactly right-” “Blitz, Apollo, we got a mission for you two.” You heard a voice from inside the penthouse, it was Huntian. He swung open the door, walking outside and standing before the two of you. He was wearing more civilian clothes himself, dress pants, a button-up shirt, and a vest, you assumed he was going somewhere, most likely to help out at his biological grandmother’s bookshop like he did whenever he had free time and was not running the team in Songbird’s or Dreamcatcher’s place. You both looked up at him as he walked over to the both of you. “This morning, the United Nations’ General Secretary, Tseng Dangun, announced that there would be a press conference this afternoon. Now this could be nothing, but Songbird thinks it is something that could potentially involve the Justice League, you two are going to attend and look into anything you two find suspicious.”

“Are we going as Apollo and Blitz, or as Mr. Queen and Miss Allen?” 

“Neither, but more on that in a bit,” Huntian responded to your inquiry, glancing between the two of you. “I would have Pisces and Scorpio go, but both of them are too recognizable if there is any Atlantian there. Songbird still isn’t physically well enough to go on a mission since she got hit pretty badly by Superboy, so she is off the table. Blue Lantern is going with Supergirl to test if she is able to breathe outside Earth’s atmosphere, so both of them are out. Hex is investigating a potential demonic cult out in London, so he is out as well. Then Nemesis, Nightshade, Starseeker, and Mariposa, are working with our sponsor today to design suits for the each of them.”

“And you are going to help your grandmother, I’m guessing?”

“No, actually, Miss Luthor, Dreamcatcher, and I are going to be undercover today.” Huntian shook his head, answering your next question. “A few hours after we rescued Songbird from Mount Justice, it blew up.”

“You’re joking.”

“Nope, Firewall has been keeping tabs on security cameras in Happy Harbor over the last week to see if any members of the Justice League or their covert operations team were still there, and we got the all clear to see if we can access the League’s network by repairing any of the teach in the rubble, we want to see if we can confirm a suspicion Songbird and I have been having.” Huntian no doubt could see the looks of confusion on Blitz’s face and your own face. “We think a few members of the Justice League are off-planet at the moment. We don’t know the reason yet, but we want to find that part out.”

“Who do you think is gone?”

“Batman, Superman, Wonder Woman, Martian Manhunter, Hawkman and his wife, Hawkwoman, The Green Lantern John Stewart, and potentially the Green Lanterns Hal Jordan and Guy Gardner.” This news was slightly concerning to you because if that many Justice League members were off-planet, then something would be horribly wrong. “We would have Blue Lantern check it out, but we don’t want her to potentially walk into a dangerous situation on her own with no idea if and how we can pull her out.”

“Understood, so then we are to just check this thing out?”

“Not quite, Blitz, you two are going undercover,” Huntian responded, an almost mischievous smile playing on his lips. “Thanks to our sponsor, you two are going to be going as representatives from Austen Industries, who are the providers of the United Nations Headquarters’ security system here in New York City, so as Mr. and Mrs. Lance you will be able to go inside after the press conference if something noticeable comes up, but I want you to leave the moment the Justice League is even brought up.”

“I’m sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Lance?”

“As far as this mission is concerned, you’ll be married.”

“Oh dear.”

It seems that your credentials, which were given to you as a part of Austen Indestries, were legit, so as far as anyone else knew, you were Mr. Lance and Mrs. Lance, a couple who met on the job and married eventually, a workplace love story. You stood behind the stage that was set up just in front of the United Nations building, just where it would be, out of the eyeshots of the cameras, with other UN officials or security workers. There were many reporters, photographers, and film crews gathered here today, so whatever announcement this was was most likely very important. You stood beside Blitz, or Mrs. Lance, as it was her undercover identity in this scenario.

“So what do you think this whole thing is about?” 

“I dunno, but I don’t like the looks of it.” You replied to Blitz’s question as you glanced around the crowd that had gathered here this evening. There was conversation, but all of it was pure speculation, nothing concrete at the moment. “I don’t see any Justice Leaguers, so that is a good sign in my book… I hope.”

“Hm… also, I have been meaning to ask you something.”

“Your friends… the ones you brought with you here, who are the rest of them?” Her question caught you off guard, you did not expect that she did not know, after all Dreamcatchet read all of your minds to make sure that you were all telling the truth about your intentions, you thought that she would have told Huntian, Songbird, and the rest of the crew, but maybe they decided to keep it all a secret to preserve trust, but how can you trust someone if they do not know the truth. “I mean, I just overheard someone talking about it with Song- um… Miss Birdy was in her room early this morning, I just… I think it’s being kept a secret from most of us.”

“I see…” You could not tell her here the truth of everything, not around all these people. She already knows that Miss Luthor is Lex Luthor’s daughter, but you could not tell her that Nemesis is the son of Lady Shiva, that Mariposa is the Princess of Greater Bialya and the daughter of Queen Bee, that Starseeker is the son of Vandal Savage, and let along that Nightshade is the daughter of the man who killed your mother, Deathstroke. After all, you believed that all of them should have the chance to choose who they wanted to be instead of having someone else decide for them, after all, children are not their parents. You had no idea how Blitz would react to you protecting them, rescuing them, taking them out of The Light’s grip, but you knew it was best not to tell her here, out of all places. “I’ll tell you when we get back.”

“Oh… okay- OH MY GOD!” She cut herself off mid-sentence, and her eyes went wide as she stared up at the sky. Your eyes followed hers to see what seemed to be some odd-looking, bug-shaped spaceship docking at the top of the United Nations headquarters. Other reporters, news officials, and government officials were all staring up at the sky as well, or rather, the thing floating in the sky. “What the hell is that?!” “I dunno, but whatever the hell it is, I don’t like it.” You and Blitz left staring up at the sky for a few moments before you finally reached into your pocket and pulled out your phone, taking a photo of the spaceship and sending it off to Firewall, who was currently running communications with all teams out in the field at the moment. “Sent a photo off, see if we can find any matches, especially to when we get access to the Leagu- other network.”

“And for now?”

“We focus on what we came here to do.” 

It took a few minutes before anything else came about the appearance of the spaceship, seeing the United Nations’ General Secretary, Tseng Dangun, walking up the onto the stage and up to the podium, but what, or rather who, followed was the most eyecatching right. They appeared to be some sort of humanoid alien, shades of what appeared to be green and greenish blue skin, but most definitely alien, and most definitely worthy of the Justice League’s attention. You both watched as General Secretary Tseng stepped behind the Podium, all cameras and eyes upon him.

“As the representative of the United Nations, I would like to welcome The Reach to our planet as allies and friends.”

None of that sounded good to you, alarms going off in your head that something was horribly wrong with this. But for now, you needed to shut up and listen, and then you would report back with Blitz to the Penthouse and share and compare what you found with the other teams…

And most importantly, you would share the truth with everyone.

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Happy Spooky Season! I was wondering if I could request a platonic Rowan looking out for Aelin's teen sister? I feel like he'd be a strict, but protective big brother by insisting on dropping her off at places, like the theatre, picking her up again, accompanying her into Orynth, guarding her during balls (if he's busy then assigning his former cadre to do it for him), etc. And she gets annoyed by it, until his behaviour comes in clutch one day when he spots her in some kind of sticky situation and helps her out.

Big Brother

Rowaelin x little sister!reader

Warnings: short but sweet

When Rowan first came into your and Aelin’s life you were very annoyed by him

He was always in your business and annoying you

But you annoyed him so things were even

You didn’t trust Rowan at first. Hell you didn’t trust anyone around your older sister, especially someone you could see her falling for

Aelin told you about Chaol and you hated him. Who was he to say that you and your sister were monsters?

After Maeve and Erawan you worked out your differences with Chaol and Dorain

Speaking of Dorian, you had a massive crush on him but Rowan shut that down real quick

He also shut down your crush on Petrah Blueblood, “one person in this group being with a witch is enough.” Rowan had scolded. You just stuck your tongue out at him and stomped off to your room

Aelin and Rowan were like your surrogate parents

Your big sister had looked after you all your life

Aelin was your protector and made sure you never had to train to be what she was, but enough to fight and cause the most harm to someone who was trying to hurt you

You were a feral child around Arobynn because you always got bad vibes from him. You also hated the way he looked at your sister

Aelin did baby you, she still does and so does Rowan, but she never hid the truth from you

Once Terrasen was rebuilt, as princess, you started to get involved with the community. Your main focus being schools and the public library

When not attending his kingly duties Rowan was escorting you from event to event, making sure you stayed safe

“Ro, there has never been an attempt. I don’t need a babysitter, I can handle myself.” Rowan raised a silver brow at you. “There hasn’t been one because I’m good at my job, little sister.” The darkness in his voice sent a shiver down your spine and made you think about your security detail and how protected you and your kingdom are

During special events if Rowan can’t watch you like a hawk one of the Cadre is assigned to you

Fenrys is for low risk events; putting the two of you together is beyond chaotic. You two are the ultimate sibling duo and you always have fun with Fenrys. He absolutely sees you a little sister and loves having you as a companion especially after Connall

Lorcan is for high risk outings; Lorcan is scary dog privilege. He stares down anyone who even breathes in your direction. Lorcan stands faithfully by your side, arms crossed and weapons on display, for hours on end. As much as you would like to mess with him, you actually behave when Lorcan is around. You know if he’s escorting you it’s serious

Gavriel is just back up; He’s your uncle! Of course he’s more than happy to drop everything to be with his niece. Plus he spoils you to make up for years lost out on family time

As much as you find Rowan’s presence annoying at times there finally came a day where you were thankful for his protection

Heading out to a speaking engagement at the primary school you were trying to find any Cadre members to escort you instead of two security guards

Rowan has your schedule, so he should’ve been free. But alas, the buzzard was stuck in meetings with your sister

Uncle Gav was out doing you have no idea what, Lorcan was home with Elide, and Fenrys was away with Vaughn, who you still haven’t actually laid eyes on by the way

You opted to take two of your normal guards to escort you

But without Rowan to walk them through security protocols you were walking around without knowing about any threats

Everything was going smooth. You made it to the school, your talk with the children went very well! They loved to hear stories from you about the Queen and King. They loved to play with you and tell you anything that pops into their little heads

It wasn’t until you were on the way back to the castle that trouble found you

Your carriage was stopped abruptly, the horses neighing and rearing up on their hind legs at the danger in the middle of the road

“Stay here, princess!” Your guards shout, leaving you alone closed in the carriage. You weren’t afraid at first. Not until you heard shouting and fighting. You couldn’t hear much. The men who stopped you were a small group. They wanted revenge on Aelin for killing Dorian’s father. Who know loyalists to the former King of Adarlan were around

Before things could escalate further a flash of white light had you shielding your eyes as you peer out the window, the men thudding against the ground

“Take them to the prison!” You had never been so relieved to hear Rowan’s voice. You stayed locked in the carriage until he came and got you

When Rowan opens the door you fling yourself into him, wrapping your arms around him neck. “I have never been so grateful for you not minding your business.” Your brother laughs, hugging you back. “Let’s get you home, Aelin has been worried.”