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Lessons in Breeding

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Pairings: Anthony Bridgerton x fem!reader, Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader (threesome)

Summary: Fifth story in the Regency Lessons series and it's time-jump time. Things have progressed with our throuple and the Bridgerton Bros are in a race to impregnate their lady…

Warnings: 18+ smut, minors DNI, MMF threesome, BREEDING KINK off the bloody charts, pregnancy kink, dirty talk, oral sex (m to f), light bondage, filthy baby-making vaginal sex, dom/sub dynamics. Emotions, talk of marriages, established throuple dynamics.

Word Count: 5.4k

Authors Note: This is set in Lessons universe, but at least a year after the previous instalment. If pregnancy or babymaking isn't your thing, please don't read this. This is a very belated birthday request fill for @iboopedyournose. I hope you like the way I've interpreted your request for breeding kink threesome with bondage. Thanks to @colettebronte and @chaoticcalzoneranchsports for betaing. Enjoy! <3

You pause in front of the portrait of a naked pregnant woman, taking a sip of your champagne. The intimate parts of her are mostly obscured behind translucent silks. Her pregnant belly is bare as she cradles it proudly, her skin glowing; everything about her looks almost ethereal yet so earthy and powerful. It is such a provocative piece you can understand why it is only being shown at private parties such as this one, hosted by Mr Granville.

“Like what you see?” the dusky voice suddenly at your right ear asks.

You inhale sharply, instantly responding to the mere sound of his voice, something very Pavlovian in it. “Yes, I think she looks beautiful,” you reply quietly, tamping down your need to throw yourself into him, begging for his fingers in your mouth.

“She does indeed,” he is standing so close behind you can feel the heat radiating off him through his shirt. “Would you like to look like that? Swollen so beautifully with a baby?”

It's not something you have thought about much beyond the abstract idea that you wish for children someday. But then, so many things in your life are about to change, and this could be one.

“Maybe,” you deflect.

Large hands encircle your waist. “Mmm, just imagine,” he begins, his chest pressing warm on your spine. “How beautiful you would look, your belly all rounded,” his hands slide up and cup your chest as you moan lightly. “Your breasts so full, and oh gosh,” one hand slides down to the apex of your thighs, cradling it through your dress, “the smell and taste of you, so ripe, so juicy. You would be divine,” he assures.

“Stop,” you scold gently, but it's too breathy, the carnal images he so easily paints with his words haunting you as you rock in his arms.

“Would you like me to impregnate you, my darling?” he murmurs, his teeth pulling at your earlobe. “I could fuck you so hard and deep and leave my seed inside you. Over and over. And you know my brother would do the same in a heartbeat.”

Your breath quickens at the thought. They have always been careful to ensure they do not release inside you; it's a strict pact you have in place that they have always respected and obeyed. But perhaps that may change with what is impending.

“My husband-to-be, you mean,” your eyes cut sideways, and he stiffens.

“Yes, of course, I sometimes forget you are soon to be the Viscountess,” he bows his head, a flare of something in his eyes you know is jealousy.

“Benedict…” you sigh, sensing he needs reassurance; you pull him into a quiet alcove. “You know this is the only way the three of us can be together, for always. I love you just as much,” you vow quietly, touching his cheek. “But you know well I cannot marry you both, at least not in the eyes of the law. There would be many questions if Anthony were to remain unwed much longer. You know it is much easier for you to live with us as an apparent bachelor at Aubrey Hall than any other arrangement.”

All the facts you lay out, well known to you both, don’t stop the imploring look he gives you.

“I will marry you symbolically in a ceremony in the woods, down by the lake,” you whisper, appealing to his bohemian romantic side. “I will wear your ring proudly, too,” you promise. “I am as much yours as I am his. And always will be. I cannot be without either of you.”

He beams and crowds into you, sliding his lips down your neck.

“And yes, I will bear your children, my love,” you sigh as his actions make you pliant in his hands, as they always do. You grab his face to ensure he meets your gaze, his eyes dancing. “Nothing would make me prouder than bearing both of your babies, so yes, my love, the answer is yes.”

You moan gently as he kisses fire across your skin, and your eyes drift back to the painting, the idea of being fertile, ripe, burgeoning with life somehow suddenly so alluring.

——

“Anthony…” you call, but he does not respond; he probably cannot hear you above the whirlwind of activity around him. “ANTHONY!” you repeat, raising your voice, and suddenly, the hubbub of movement and noise in the room ceases.

His eyes meet yours and flash. “Everyone leave the room at once,” he orders to the hordes of people doing god knows what, “my fiancee wishes to speak with me.”

You watch as all the people scurry from the room as if burned.

“There was no need to send them away quite so abruptly, my love,” you state gently.

“Is this not an occasion where you wish me to throw you upon my desk and rut you so hard you scream?” he flirts outrageously.

“For once,” you respond airily, “it is not.”

“Tis a pity,” he smirks, then perches against the desk, crossing his legs and arms. “Then what can I do for you, my love?”

“I want you to make me with child,” you just go straight to the point. He usually appreciates bluntness.

He drops the heavy accounts ledger he is holding, and it slams to the ground with an echoing thump.

“Correction, I want you AND Benedict to make me with child,” you amend.

“What on earth brought this on?” his tone warm but intrigued, ignoring the ledger completely.

“That art party we went to last night?” you offer casually. “There was a scandalous but beautiful portrait of a pregnant naked woman.”

“Did he fuck you in front of it and give you some ideas?” Anthony sighs with fond exasperation.

“No,” you giggle, “for once, he did not.”

“But Tuesday is your night alone together?” Anthony frowns. “Don’t tell me he shirked his duty? I am his older brother. I can have words….”

“Oh, he more than performed his duty, just not in front of the painting,” you clarify.

“In front of one of his paintings, then?” Anthony guesses.

And you giggle again. “Carriage, on the way home.”

“Figures,” Anthony rolls his eyes, “does he ever do it in a bed?”

“Not if he can help it,” you wink, and he laughs.

Then schools his face more serious. “So you want a baby?”

“I want both of your babies. I’d certainly be open to us all getting some good practice in tomorrow,” you shrug playfully.

“I have absolutely no problem with that,” his voice drops low as he raises a sultry eyebrow. “And the desk offer still stands if you want a warm-up?” he concludes, breaking into a handsome smirk.

“It’s Wednesday, our rest day; I have dinner plans with my dear friend Lady Eleanor,” you shake your head fondly. “Plus, I cannot give you a head start, darling; that wouldn’t be fair to Benedict,” you tease. “You can sort it out between yourselves for tomorrow.”

“Why do we have a rest day?” he pouts.

“You know full well, with three people, it is much easier to schedule around six days. I can go one day without either of you, you know,” rolling your eyes lovingly.

“Such a pity,” he sighs in mock annoyance.

“It is just for today, darling, and tomorrow you may complete inside me, so there’s that to look forward to…” and you breeze out of the room, blowing him a kiss.

——

Thursday night is one of your two nights a week with both of your wonderful men.

You spend the early evening bathing in luxury soaps with your favourite scents, readying yourself for a night of untold pleasures. Sometimes you all meet in the bedroom, sometimes in the blue room, and other times, like tonight, you agree to al fresco. You cannot wait to play by the lake under the mid-summer moonlight.

You slip on an ivory silk robe and nothing else except the lariat body chains they each gave you. Dainty gold chains with their initials that wrap around your waist, the A and B matching charms hanging low over your belly, grazing your thatch of hair below—a secret you wear every day unseen beneath your usual clothing.

It’s a balmy evening as you approach the water's edge. There is already a soft blanket laid out and a decanter of brandy with three glasses—Anthony has ensured the staff have prepared for the evening. But neither man is to be seen yet. You settle on the blanket and pour yourself a snifter, enjoying the gentle roar of oil lantern flames dancing in the breeze set out on surrounding stakes.

This evening will be a first, letting them both leave their seed within you. Even though you have been together as a threesome for more than a year and done countless wonderful sensual things together, this is a huge step towards something new. You don’t expect to get pregnant on this first attempt, but the idea is beguiling nonetheless.

You pull open your robe and massage your as-yet-empty belly. Running your hands in swirls, imagining what it might be like to watch it grow and swell with a child—the ability to bring life into the world something so elemental and heavenly all at once. To sustain life through the wonder of your body swirls in your mind as you untie your robe and grab your breasts.

“I see someone started the party already, brother,” a familiar silky voice rings out, and your eyes pop open to see both of them standing there, watching you lasciviously. They are shirtless and only wear britches slung low around their hips, acres of lithe muscle and supple skin.

“Is that not our job, darling?” Anthony chimes in after his brother, already unbuttoning.

“Not that we aren’t enjoying the show,” Benedict adds pointedly, nudging Anthony as if to shut him up, and follows suit, removing his trousers.

When they both let their britches fall to the ground, you moan, seeing them both in all their resplendent naked glory, already half hard and looking so utterly delicious part of you wants to get on your knees and take them into your mouths. You go to crawl towards them, but Antony holds up a halting hand.

“Stay right where you are, lay back; tonight is about your pleasure, darling,” he practically purrs.

Your eyes flash with desire, and you do as told, removing your robe and laying back again, fully nude, running fingertips down the centre line of your torso, fingers playing with their jewelled charms that rest atop your lower belly.

“Then get down here,” you exhale, knowing their gaze is locked on your fingers as you slip them between your thighs.

They drop onto the blanket with you, the light breeze ruffling their chestnut locks. Both are so achingly beautiful with those strong Bridgerton genes. You can’t wait to bear a baby, babies, that look just like them.

They exchange a glance, and it’s their shorthand again—where they silently communicate how they will destroy you masterfully moment by moment. Benedict surges up and captures your lips in a passionate all-consuming kiss as Anthony slips between your legs, pulling your hand away and throwing your feet over his shoulders. Forcing your legs out wide, he laps a determined, deep plough of tongue all the way from the base of your slit up to your pulsing clit. It has you calling loudly into his brother's mouth.

“You taste fertile, my darling wife-to-be,” Anthony groans lewdly and pointedly, and you can’t help but giggle across Benedict’s lips.

“I am certain he is right,” Benedict smiles affectionately, swallowing your noises. “I swear I can smell the difference when you are ripe for us. Your scent is just a little headier, muskier; it makes my cock even harder than normal,” he ponders, kissing across your face as he utters his trademark filth. He knows just a few choice words can have you ready for him—every single damn time.

Anthony’s hand strays up to play with your belly charms as his tongue unfurls its magic. It doesn’t matter that you are with these two men, individually and together, multiple times a week; they never fail to arouse you to the point of aching with just a few expertly deployed moves. Their tongues, whether talking dirty or teasing your body, are your favourite part of them. Benedict shuffles lower and sucks one of your nipples into his mouth. Oh god, yes, it’s definitely their tongues.

“Darling, are we playing tonight, or are we just us?” Benedict asks, looking up from your chest with gentle eyes. Sometimes you like to play with your power dynamic and use your titles, other times since you have grown closer, you are just yourselves, no masks, no games, just you, Ant and Ben, your affectionate shortened names for them.

You stop Anthony’s ministrations between your legs with a tap on his shoulder, wanting his full attention on this question that Benedict poses.

“What would you prefer, my loves?” You ask them, ruffling Benedict's hair, enjoying the feel of its thickness running between your fingers and squeezing Anthony’s shoulder lovingly.

“I want to be Ben, just your husband-to-be,” Benedict says quietly, and you can’t help the little smile that breaks out. “This is where we will get married,” he asserts, looking around, “under the stars, just like this.”

“Yes, my darling,” you confirm happily, “I want that.”

“How about you, Ant, my love? Would you like to be you, or perhaps my lord or my beautiful boy?” you inquire.

“I want to be Ant, your fiancé,” he nods in agreement with Benedict’s idea. “Tonight, my darling wife-to-be, the only lesson is how to breed you like the wondrous Bridgerton you are about to become.”

“Breed me?” You inhale, wanting to be insulted by the term but finding it makes your clit burn hot.

“Oh yes,” Benedict chimes in, “we are going to breed you, darling. You will sire a whole house of Bridgertons. You will never be without our seed—it will be dripping from you every day.”

“Ben,” you stutter, grabbing his bicep as your whole cunt is suddenly slick and pulsing at his crude language. “Tell me more.”

His responding grin is predatory as Anthony chuckles and slinks back between your legs.

“Do you know how many bedrooms there are in Aubrey Hall?” Benedict’s voice is a gentle tease as his nose runs teasing patterns over the swell of your breast.

“I don’t,” you admit, honestly.

“Twenty-four,” Anthony answers for you from between your thighs as he sucks a line down from your inner knee.

“Even with all of our siblings and their future children visiting, that still leaves at least, hmm, twelve bedrooms just going to waste. Until we fill them with our little brood.”

“Benedict, I am not birthing twelve children,” you gasp, half in shock at the very thought, half because Anthony’s tongue curls rough around your clit.

“Maybe not,” he admits, kissing across to your other breast, “but I think we should at least try….”

“Six each, brother?” Anthony chuckles, joining in, lifting his head and resting his chin on your pubic hair, shooting a killer smile.

“Get back there. Have you not heard that female pleasure aids conception?” you challenge, raising an eyebrow.

“Then we will have to make you come at least twice tonight; ‘tis the most prudent path to double our chances,” Anthony retorts with a wink sinking down with a devilish look on his face before his tongue makes you cry out, and Benedict's teeth graze over your nipple, making you cant up into his mouth.

“You’ll have to carry me all the way back to the house if I have many more than that, remember,” you warn, bemused.

“Darling, I would carry you to the ends of the earth and back,” Benedict pledges, the romantic poetry just pouring from him as he surges up and kisses your lips, plundering your mouth with his tongue. “You have bewitched me. Since that very first day in my brother's study, I have been yours.”

Benedict is always more emotional and partial to declarations of love than his brother, whose feelings run just as deep but does not effuse about it so openly—preferring to express his adoration privately and through beautiful, thoughtful gifts.

“Save it for your individual days, brother,” Anthony hums drolly over your flesh. “We have a very special job to do tonight.”

“Indeed we do,” Benedict concurs, picking up one of your hands and entwining your fingers with his.

Then their efforts become more focussed as Anthony sucks your engorged nub deep into his mouth, moans vibrating your sensitive bud as Benedict bites your nipple in just that way you like—an insistent suckling hold that pulls your skin taunt and is a line right down to your throbbing clit being so utterly wrecked by Anthony.

It always stuns you how quickly these two, working in tandem, can rocket you so high, so dizzyingly fast. You are vaguely aware your hands are in both of their hair as you climb so high. Eyes screwed shut as they both mouth filthy encouragements into your skin.

“Come on, darling,” Anthony pleads, “I want to feel you drench my face.”

“Do not stop,” you chant repeatedly, twisting luscious strands of chestnut locks around your fingers.

Benedict’s lips are hot on your ear, biting the lobe as he senses you are so close. “Break for him,” he breathes, “come on, my love, give him that sweet nectar to drink.”

The filthy poet never fails to give you that extra nudge, and sure enough, with a staccato of breaths, they have to hold you down as you fight to buck against the convulsions deep inside.

Anthony growls at you to stay still, even though you know he loves it when you writhe over his face, his jaw clamped hard between your spasming thighs.

“Does that feel so good?” Benedict’s silky voice vibrates your ear.

“Yes, oh god, I need one of you inside me, please,” you twist to look into his face as beseeching as you can, still flushed and mindless from your orgasm. “But please tie my hands first,” you stutter breathlessly, offering your wrists up to him, pressed together. “Above my head.”

“I thought we were not playing tonight?” Anthony says quietly as he lands on the blanket beside you, his face shining with your juices.

“Please, just, please,” you beg, turning to him, “I need it. Use your chains.”

As they flank your body, both of them make a low noise at the idea of binding your hands with your golden chains that bear their initials.

Benedict’s large hand slides down your dewy torso and into your thatch of hair. Then slowly, while you pant lightly and keep your eyes locked on Anthony’s intense stare, Benefict unhooks one chain and tugs it gently from around the dip of your waist.

“Your turn,” he says quietly to Anthony, and you realise they are removing their own chains. Somehow that choice makes you burn even hotter for them, squirming slightly.

Anthony’s hand follows the same path as you breath heavy and hold Benedict’s gaze this time as Anthony unhooks the chain with the A charm and drags it up along your skin, a corner of the letter scraping gently over your flesh, catching your nipple as you gasp.

Then they take an arm each, raising them above your head. Both then bind your wrists as your gaze flits between them, watching their handsome faces.

“Thank you,” your murmur reverential, testing the hold and feeling the precious metal bite into your flesh as they both dive in for a heated kiss, Anthony reaching you first and Benedict settling on your neck until they can swap positions. It’s a deep kiss that is musky and sweet with the taste and scent of your climax.

“Who gets the privilege of being first, my love?” Benedict asks silkily.

“You do, Ben,” you whisper, and his whole face lights up. So often used to being second.

You turn to Anthony as Benedict shifts to lay between your legs. “Thank you, my darling Ant, for my wonderful orgasm,” you compliment and watch as his face turns boyish with pride.

You cry out as Benedict spears into you, splitting your open, causing the gentle ripples of your orgasm to flare again, and he drops his head onto your breastbone.

“Christ, there is nothing like your little fluttering cunt is there?” he groans into your flesh.

“Give it to me, Ben,” you twist from kissing Anthony to declare. Then turn back, desperate for more hot kisses.

His tip feels somehow harsher than normal, a hot spike as he begins to move, your walls clinging to him almost vice-like. It feels so good your eyes roll, and your mouth goes slack against Anthony’s.

He brushes a gentle hand through your hair, watching you through hooded eyes, gently murmuring praise and compliments as you take Benedict's hard thrusts.

“We will plant our seeds, darling, deep in here,” Anthony breathes, a hand sliding down to your belly just above where Benedict’s body meets yours as he surges into you. “Do you want that?”

“Yess,” you hiss, mesmerised, fingers twirling in your own hair, “please.”

“Oh, our perfect little broodmare,” Anthony exhales shakily, surging his leaking cock against the hip he holds open for his little brother, who now curls down over you, biting a nipple. “Do you know how proud we will be? Making your beautiful body swell, your breasts growing so large and sensitive, your belly growing round. With our baby. A little Bridgerton. Or maybe more. We want to plant you with two babies right now, one for me and one for my little brother. Can you do that, darling, for us? Take our seed so good?”

“Yes, Anthony,” you pant, utterly enthralled by his filthy talk. That is usually the expertise of the man now biting your nipples and growling as he fucks you so harshly that your body jerks on the cotton blanket you lay on.

“Let him,” Anthony continues with slightly gritted teeth, “let him fuck you harder than he ever has before.”

“Yes, my lord,” you answer, under his spell, and his nostrils flare as you use the title you call him in play.

He curses, then grabs one of your chain-bound wrists above your head, fingers sliding possessively between yours and forcing the back of your hand down onto the ground.

“Yes, that's it, do as you are told, little one,” he growls through clenched teeth.

And you feel a frisson of something frantic, like you all need something with a little edge. A gust of breeze flutters over your skin and leaves quiver on the trees around you.

“Fuck her harder, brother,” Anthony orders into your clavicle, and you feel it buzz into your bones.

Benedict growls in response and hooks the leg, not being held by Anthony over his flexed forearm. Pulling you open more, feeling so vulnerable, your hands bound, your legs held obscenely wide open by each.

Suddenly the moment feels charged as Benedict snaps his hips so forcefully that you whimper on every stroke, revelling in the sweat splashing from his damp forehead curls onto your breasts. Anthony is sucking on your neck with almost painful intensity as Benedict drops down and bites your flesh over your tricep, making you writhe and call his name. The gold chains binding your wrists dig into your flesh as you move, bringing an edge that just pushes you higher.

You encourage him, calling him sir, begging for more, squeezing his cock with your pelvic muscles as he pounds into you mercilessly. And that constriction is the catalyst he needs. He curses long and low, feeling huge as he spears so deep he nudges your hilt, and you sense a change in him that usually signals his withdrawal. This time his eyes fly open, pupils blown, and expression wild as he grabs your jaw firmly.

“Are you ready?” He barks possessively.

“Yes,” you hiss, realising he is going to climax without waiting for you.

His last few hot desperate thrusts are so harsh your whole insides feel rearranged. Then he stills, and for the first time, you hear that guttural groan right into your ear as he begins to spill inside you, a hot wave that blooms deep inside, feeling like so much more than he has ever come before. It’s a new sensation and feels just wonderful.

“Yes, take it all, my darling girl,” he shudders, and that gravelly tone pulls you over a small edge, you clamping down on his spurting cock as he groans and spasms into you some more, hipbones digging into your inner thighs. His weight is almost crushing as he becomes motionless, your thighs burning from the stretch.

“That’s it,” Anthony whispers against your temple, “lay still and open, darling, let his seed into your womb.”

Those words echo drowsily in your head as you feel Benedict’s cock gradually soften inside you, and he slips out slowly with a slick tide of juices that run down over your bottom cheeks.

“Fucking babies into you is my new favourite thing. Do you have any idea how exquisite it is to come inside you? Fill you up? I never want to come anywhere else ever again.” Benedict gusts as he falls to one side of you, still breathing heavily, and you realise it's a novel experience for him too. “God, I love you,” he admits shakily, landing a kiss on your cheek.

“I love you too. Thank you for my baby Benedict,” you nuzzle his face and kiss him sweetly as his body relaxes, utterly spent.

You twist to look at Anthony, and his eyes sparkle as he climbs between your legs, his cock hard, glistening, and leaking in his fist. “Are you ready?”

“Yes, my lord,” you answer.

He thrusts into your soaking cunt, still leaking profusely from Benedict. He feels even larger and harsher somehow too, and on reflex, you clench around the invasion, feeling the verdant earth beneath your bottom and shoulder blades softened slightly by the blanket.

“My darling girl,” his voice ragged, broken. “You are so exquisitely puffy and swollen. That was quite the mounting you got, wasn’t it? Are you ready for more?”

You croak your assent, and then he begins to move. He isn’t slow. In fact, he starts pounding so hard you gasp, the sensation almost too much, and Benedict's hand slides into your hair, over your bound hands, and you clutch it as he rolls closer, nuzzling your face.

“Feel it all, my darling girl,” Benedict rumbles.

“I am, sir,” you nod and bite your lip. “I can even feel your seed inside me still,” you add with a moan, the chains on your wrist abraiding your skin, leaving marks.

“Good,” he gusts drowsily and warmly in your ear, a hand swirling patterns on your hip. “Let it in, darling, all the way in.”

As a cloud clears the moon, the atmosphere feels softer again, the frantic moment of before ebbing into something more profound; even as Anthony takes you hard, it’s more in an undulating wave, hitting your hilt with a rhythm that feels hypnotic, your cunt clinging to him like a glove, as Benedict's sonorous voice is back at your ear.

“That’s right, get ready, darling girl. We need you to keep this line going. In your belly, you will grow the next viscount. You will bare the heirs of this family. Just you, my wonderful wife-to-be.”

“I want all of your babies too, Benedict,” you breathe as Anthony ploughs on. “I want to give the world more like you. Talented creative, empathetic, loving souls who bring joy to every room.”

His eyes mist over as you declare your truth. “I love you so much it hurts,” he murmurs into your cheek, voice thick with emotion.

“I love you too,” you want to grab his face but can’t; instead, you seal your pact with a sweet, almost chaste kiss filled with affection; even as Anthony takes you towards a big blissful moment, you hope you will hit together.

“Now declare your love to him too,” Benedict orders softly, “you know he needs to hear it, maybe even more than me.”

You nod and turn all of your attention and heart to the Viscount. Still holding Benedict’s hand tangled in your hair, not wanting either to feel left out on this momentous night.

“Viscount Anthony Bridgerton,” you use his title and full name, your pleading tone making his eyes bore into yours. “I love you so much, my lord, my husband,” you state categorically.

He groans and falls over your body, covering you, his scent and heat all-encompassing.

“Darling darling wife, my Viscountess,” he exhales over your lips, his thrusts turning slow and languid, his hands grasping your thighs and pulling your legs up and out, utterly under his command, pinned. “I love you so much,” he sounds almost choked with emotion, and part of you wishes you had your hands to hold him to you.

“Do you want to be freed, my love?” Benedict asks softly, always seemingly able to intuit your needs before you even articulate them.

“Please,” you request, turning to give him a grateful peck as he reaches up and loosens both chains, leaving one delicately but loosely wrapped around each forearm, your wrists pulsing mildly as they are freed.

Instantly you move your arms, wrapping one around Anthony’s back, your nails and the gold chain scraping down his skin as your other hand rounds Benedict's shoulder and into his hair, stroking and petting.

Your hand sliding down, mapping his contours, over the swell of his muscular bottom makes Anthony groan and bite your neck, spearing deep into you as your nails dig in, tilting your pelvis and rocking him deeper into you until you feel that ache so far inside.

Then he pushes up onto his hands and thrusts hard, setting a punishing pace. Every fibre of your being wants this, ratcheting high and fast as each stroke crushes your clit into your frame. Unable to form words except to curse and babble mindlessly. You feel your whole body tense, a release so imminent you grit your teeth and chase it hard.

“That’s it darling, come for me, milk me,” Antony commands, flicking a thumb over your clit, and you are gone.

Yelling and screaming as his cock is the solid mass you convulse around, your entire being spasming, and you feel Benedict’s firm grip, holding you down with a knee and large hands. Making you orgasm hard, entirely still, unable to writhe, all the sensation concentrated on where Anthony’s cock spears you open.

As the blood rushes in your ears, his teeth are biting on the cord of your neck, and with a few pumps, he releases with a throaty whine, pushing the deepest he has ever been, feeling like he piercing through your hilt.

He curses long, low guttural and again there is that bloom of viscous heat inside as he spills all his seed.

“Yes, my darling girl,” he slurs, “stay down, take it all,”

You cry out, and your instinct is to move, but both of them hold you down, so your fingers dig into flesh, and your toes curl as your body is thwarted from its shakes and shudders. Anthony’s weight is upon you as he recovers his breath, feeling even heavier than Benedict as he slumps,, panting into your neck.

“I understand what you mean now, brother,” his tone almost wonderous. “I do not wish to leave my seed anywhere else either, dear god; that was exquisite.” Delicately he pulls backwards so his softening cock slips out of your body, and you groan at the sensation, flopping your head blissfully on the blanket as he falls to your other side.

The gentle sounds of nocturnal nature around you fill your ears as it is just your joint breathing, soothing hands running over you, soft kisses and little intimate moments where you whisper to both of your boys.

“We may have made a baby tonight, my darling husbands,” you murmur.

The look they both give you is brimming with love and appreciation as you curl into both, taking a hand from each of them and placing them over your heart as you drift to sleep, cocooned in their safe embrace.

Your boys. Forever, your boys.

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synchodai · 6 months ago

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for those not familiar with jacegan and fan theories, could you elaborate on what you think happened when jace and cregan met, the pact they made, the whole issue of baela and sara snow, jace’s death, black aly, etc?

Well, I did write a series about this, but time to bring back the conspiracy board...

the pact of ice and fire

Cregan and Jacaerys took a liking to each other, for the boy prince reminded the Lord of Winterfell of his own younger brother, who had died ten years before. They drank together, hunted together, trained together, and swore an oath of brotherhood, sealed in blood [...] Cregan Stark and Jacaerys Velaryon reached an accord, and signed and sealed the agreement that Grand Maester Munkun calls “the Pact of Ice and Fire” in his True Telling. - F&B

Note that Munkun is basing "the pact of ice of fire" around what he knows from Orwyle's testimony and rumors, meaning that out of the three primary sources in the book (Orwyle, Mushroom, Eustace), none of them were there to actually witness what Jace did in the Vale and the North. That being said, Cregan seemed to ally with the blacks based on three things:

The oath sworn by his late father, Rickon Stark,

A promise of marriage between his heir and Jace's firstborn daughter,

And that he just really grew a liking to Jace.

The first one suffices for a lot of readers as reason for Cregan Stark to throw his lot in with the blacks. He named his firstborn after his father, so it's a logical conclusion that he wants to honor his vows.

The second one is a bit iffy since betrothals to daughters who don't exist from a guy who isn't even married yet sounds like a bad trade-off, but some have excused this by saying that Cregan Stark really wanted dragonriding blood in his lineage for some reason.

And the third one is what the shippers latch onto to, and which I believe may have weighed more in his decision-making process than #1 and #2. The reason for that being Cregan Stark himself deciding to lead an army of men whose goal was pretty much to die in battle. He had every reason not to take up command and march south:

Winter had arrived and those days were crucial for bringing in the last harvests. Cregan amassing his host and marching as he did arguably may have partially resulted in the famine in the North that we see in Aegon III's regency.

His only heir was three-years-old at the time, so if he dies in battle, the only Stark in Winterfell would be a toddler.

And it must needs be said again, the northern army was looking to die. Cregan seemed to be on the same suicidal warpath because his plan was to recklessly go scorched earth.

Others had started this war, Lord Cregan was heard to say, but he meant to finish it, to continue south and destroy all that remained of the greens who had placed Aegon II on the Iron Throne and fought to keep him there. He would reduce Storm’s End first, then cross the Reach to take Oldtown. Once the Hightower had fallen, he would take his wolves north along the shores of the Sunset Sea to visit Casterly Rock. [...] When Kermit Tully pointed out that Storm’s End, Oldtown, and Casterly Rock were as strong as Stark’s own Winterfell (if not stronger) and would not fall easily (if at all), and young Ben Blackwood echoed him and said, “Half your men will die, Lord Stark,” the grey-eyed Wolf of Winterfell replied, “They died the day we marched, boy.”

The non-shipping interpretation here is that Cregan Stark is a paranoid opportunist who wants to thin the herd, so to speak, and trusts no one because of his own childhood trauma of being betrayed by his uncle. But this can also be read as Cregan Stark as having a deathwish himself. But for what reason? He's twenty-three with a child and a whole realm to govern. Why is he so openly hostile to the blacks like Corlys who are supposedly his allies for "failing to protect the king"? You know, the same king that Cregan was ostensibly looking to kill himself?

Unless, the king he's thinking about isn't Aegon II. Maybe it was a black king instead of a green king that Corlys failed. Cregan's actions just make more sense if they're driven by vengeance than a need to "end the war" when the war is already ending and he's the one ramping it up.

Let's look at additional evidence that supports this reading.

the sara snow question

But we turn to Mushroom to find the tales other chronicles omit, nor does he fail us now. His account introduces a young maiden, or “wolf girl” as he dubs her, with the name of Sara Snow. So smitten was Prince Jacaerys with this creature, a bastard daughter of the late Lord Rickon Stark, that he lay with her of a night. On learning that his guest had claimed the maidenhead of his bastard sister, Lord Cregan became most wroth, and only softened when Sara Snow told him that the prince had taken her for his wife. They had spoken their vows in Winterfell’s own godswood before a heart tree, and only then had she given herself to him, wrapped in furs amidst the snows as the old gods looked on.

The book itself tells us to take Mushroom's account with a giant block of salt, so most people just tend to dismiss Sara Snow entirely. The readers who do like to think that she existed do so because they like that it complicates Jace's relationship with Baela and how she could possibly have allowed Jace to explore or confront his issues with his bastardy.

However, if she did exist, it raises some questions like:

Why is she a non-entity, being only mentioned twice in the book? While not the focus of F&B, we still get updates on Cregan and the North post-Dance but Sara Snow is never mentioned in any of them. She wasn't even mentioned attending Cregan's eventual wedding to Black Aly.

Why did Cregan never bring her up during his time in King's Landing? If Jace did marry his sister and she got pregnant with his child, that would explain his zeal to secure the throne for his nephew who has a claim to it, but Cregan just never mentions the marriage at all.

Why would he still be friends and so loyal to someone who deflowered his sister under his roof? Doesn't seem like a very bro thing for Jace to do.

So we split the difference between Sara Snow existing and not existing by assuming that the person Jace slept with was actually Cregan Stark.

delaying the marriage to baela

Though Baela also announced her intent to marry Jace at once, no wedding was ever held. Munkun says the prince did not wish to wed until the war was over, whilst Mushroom claims Jacaerys was already married to Sara Snow, the mysterious bastard girl from Winterfell.

This is the second and last time Sara Snow is mentioned. Admittedly, there are plenty of practical reasons Jace and Baela's wedding was postponed — foremost being that consummating their union meant getting Baela pregnant and losing an active dragonrider.

However, we add this to the conspiracy board because GRRM didn't have to include this detail. No one reading the book would have questioned why Jace and Baela never wed, but he called attention to it anyway, so it must mean something beyond being distracted by the ongoing war. Even more interesting is how this passage specifies that Baela wanted to get married at once, heavily implying that it was specifically Jace who delayed it.

It's also interesting that what comes after this is...

the gay abandon

Their father, Prince Daemon, had made many friends in the Free City of Pentos during his visits there, so Jacaerys reached across the narrow sea to the prince of that city, who agreed to foster the two boys until Rhaenyra had secured the Iron Throne. In the waning days of 129 AC, the young princes boarded the cog Gay Abandon—Aegon with Stormcloud, Viserys clutching his egg—to set sail for Essos.

I grant you that this my farthest and most tinfoil take, but mentioning delaying Jace and Baela's wedding and following it up with Jace arranging for a ship called the Gay Abandon? Wow, to be abandoned by a gay, huh?

baela targaryen

“Not even the tears of a dragon could melt the frozen heart of Cregan Stark, men said rightly,” Mushroom tells us, “but when Lady Baela brandished a sword and declared that she would cut off the hand of any man who sought to harm the men who had saved her, the Wolf of Winterfell smiled for all to see, and allowed that if her ladyship was so fond of these dogs, he would permit her to keep them.”

This is Cregan and Baela's one interaction in the book — her threatening him and him being impressed enough to back off. Prior to this interaction, other men and women have pleaded with and threatened him, but Baela is one of two people who actually get him to spare someone from getting sentenced and executed. This could just mean that Baela is a badass, which she is, but combine that with the other person who does this feat and we may see a bit of a pattern.

black aly

“A lean tall creature was this wench,” says the dwarf, “thin as a whip and flat-chested as a boy, but long of leg and strong of arm, with a mane of thick black curls that tumbled down past her waist when loosed.” [...] Though Black Aly was no man’s queen of love and beauty, her fearlessness, stubborn strength, and bawdy tongue struck a chord for the Lord of Winterfell, who soon began to seek out her company in hall and yard. “She smells of woodsmoke, not of flowers,” Stark told Lord Cerwyn, said to be his closest friend.

This is the woman Cregan eventually marries and ends his scorched earth campaign. Now, Baela's connection to Jace is obvious — she's his cousin/step-sibling/betrothed. But I argue that Black Aly may remind Cregan of Jace even more strongly than Baela did. Here are their similarities:

They are of the same age. Black Aly is 16. Jace was 15 when he arrived at Winterfell and would jave been 16-17 by the time Cregan arrived in King's Landing.

She looks like a boy.

She has thick, black curls and dark eyes.

She is the eldest sibling who is acting as de facto head of their House.

She loves riding and smells of smoke. You know...maybe like a dragonrider.

Cregan's desire to enact "justice" seems to be quenched once he secures a marriage with her — which makes little sense if his initial motivations were to get dragonriding blood into his line, to "clean up the mess" of the war, or to kill off his men and grab the spoils of war. However, if the driving force behind all of this had been grief over a love lost too soon, then it suddenly makes sense that he calms down when someone else makes him experience love anew, yes?

Anyways, Cregan is a himbo bi-icon and Brokeback Winterfell happened — it just makes sense.

(Art by Yanh Hyung on X)

#jacegan #jacaerys velaryon #cregan stark #house of the dragon #hotd #hotd spoilers #asks #long post #jace x cregan #brokeback winterfell #messy bisexual Cregan Stark

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lookingfts · 2 months ago

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Friday Fic Rec 1/17

Thanks as always for your submissions! Titles are links to each fic.

Indecent Proposal by @coveredinbees

“Incomplete but a different story of Kathony set in the same time period that's both mysterious and gripping. They update very sporadically though!”

Description: Following a duel a few years previously, Anthony Bridgerton has been living a life of constant agony. He has not shown his face in society for years, and even his own family think him bitter and isolated. What he needs, he decides, is a distraction. And when he unwittingly propositions a fiercely independent Kate Sharma, a distraction is what he gets.

WIP (14/?) - E - 68k words

every time a bell rings by starkswinterfelling

“The fact that it has so few kudos and hits is a crime. Yes it’s long, but it’s so beautifully written and plotted and anyone who claims to enjoy thinking about Anthony Bridgerton’s psychological state and the family dynamics and hasn’t read it is missing out!”

Description: Christmas Eve, 1945. Anthony Bridgerton, after a lifetime of unfulfilled dreams, disappointment and sacrifice, reaches the end of his tether. A timely meeting with a strange, mysterious woman puts into perspective the vast reach love can have, and shows him that he really has had a wonderful life. An It's a Wonderful Life (1946) AU.

WIP (8/?) - M - 166k words

Show!canon Engagement Fics series by BurnerrAccount ("The Return," "An Arrangement in Flux" and "Green in its many hues")

"As the name indicates, it's basically a series of post-canon fics taking place after the Featherington Ball with Kate and Anthony navigating their (still not public) engagement and courtship. The stories give some truly fantastic insight into the characters and there is some top notch smut of the emotional variety too."

Description: After the Featherington ball, Kate and Anthony sneak away for some much needed privacy. Kate learns a few new things.

Complete - E - 34k words

A Mortifying Ordeal by rubyonline

"A guaranteed download and repeat read x a million! And the author's first?!? Brilliant!"

Description: Yes, Anthony Bridgerton was battling a mortifying ordeal indeed. He was in love with his wife.

WIP (4/10) - E - 31k words

turning saints into the sea by antematter

"Jealous Anthony? SEATED, front and center!"

Description: In 1812, Anthony Bridgerton is struggling to raise his siblings alone after the untimely death of his parents. Heartbroken and swearing off love after his mistress discontinues their arrangement, he impulsively courts and marries Kate Sharma. But as time passes and wounds heal, Anthony finds that his wife has entirely captured his attention. If only she hadn't caught the eye of another gentleman first...

WIP (13/20) - E - 52k words

Matters of Engagement by andromedas_perseus

"A slow burn WORK OF ART."

Description: An AU where Kate agrees to end Edwina and Anthony's engagement, secures her family's future, and falls in love along the way. (Bonus: the wedding of my nightmares never takes place.)

WIP (21/23) - E - 156k words

A Viscount Most Inconvenient by trash4ficaboutlurv

"Marriage of Convenience with the most Regency accurate dialogue and compelling storytelling!"

Description: An Alternate Version of Events: Kate has one goal in coming to England: to get her little sister Edwina married, and not just married--illustrously and happily married. But when the Sheffields refuse to sponsor their granddaughter, Kate sees an unconventional way to give her sister the glittering season she's always dreamed of: she'll have to marry rich herself. And she doesn't require romance and fairy tales. Just someone of fortune in want of a wife.

WIP (14/16) - E - 71k words

Cassandra by @waterlilyrose

"Heartbreak and heart-wrenching emotional growth, only the way waterlilyrose can deliver!"

Description: Kate, feeling that no-one listens to her words, warnings or fears, decides to try a vow of silence. Unfortunately Lord Bridgerton isn't happy about that. And will do just about anything, no matter how unhinged, to get Kate to speak to him again.

WIP (2/3) - T - 20k words

A Loveless Marriage by Liebe

"Fake/pretend relationship? Marriage of Convenience? There can never be enough!"

Description: Kate has always been the one to provide for her family. When Edwina excitedly tells her Bagwell wants to offer for her, Kate knows it's up to her to marry well and secure her family's future. Anthony has always been clear that he wants a loveless marriage. So when Kate has an intriguing proposition for him, he doesn't immediately discount it. But it's not enough to get a special licence or run to Scotland. They will have to convince the entire ton, not to mention their families, that they are in love... and somehow not fall in love for real.

WIP (9/?) - E - 28k words

Make Three by anidlequeen

Description: Co-parenting with your best friend isn't easy. Or, Kate and Anthony meet, become friends, have a baby together, and fall in love. In that order.

Complete - NR - 22k words

the black sky (all those lights) by antematter

Description: Kate makes a deal with the forest god: her father's life for her firstborn child. What she doesn't tell him is that she's not going to have a firstborn. That's okay though. He'll give her one.

Complete - E - 4k words

This Used to Be Ours by @tinacentury

Description: It was, like everything else in the tiny town she’d grown up in, a cloying relic of a lost past Kate didn’t like to linger on. But when Anthony came out of the en-suite and pulled Kate back to rest against his chest, taking a deep inhale as his nose nuzzled against her hair, the thought came to her unbidden. Home.

Complete - M - 2k words

Last Christmas by @rosesatdawn24

Description: This started out as a light hearted secret Santa-goes-wrong story but then, it grew legs, and has become a little angstier than planned. Still a bit of fun sprinkled in there, and as always a HEA, but here is my humble Kanthony Christmas offering.

Complete - G - 7k words

A Port in the Storm by caciopepebowl

Description: A few days before Christmas, a powerful storm passes through Kent. Anthony—hosting the holidays at Aubrey Hall for the first time in several years—provides much-needed comfort to his wife and son.

Complete - E - 10k words

Thanks for reading! You can find previous weeks under the "lfts fic recs" tag.

#lfts fic recs #kanthony #bridgerton #kate x anthony #anthony x kate #bridgerton fic

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starryevermore · 8 months ago

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the house of snow (25) ✧ coriolanus snow

the house of snow ✧ a royal coryo au | pinterest board| ao3

pairing: king!coriolanus snow x fem!reader

series summary: the king of panem is in search of a bride. and, for reasons you can never understand, coriolanus snow has set his sights on you. it would never be a happy marriage, you’re sure of that. but none of that matters, because when snow decides he wants something, he will do everything in his power to ensure it is his.

chapter summary: coriolanus’s obsession brings distance, and you are not sure you can handle such a thing.

word count: 2,334

series warnings?: 18+ MINORS DNI, royal au, regency au, arranged marriage, rivals to lovers, obsessive!coryo, jealous!coryo, protective!coryo, eventual smut, eventual pregnancy, more tags to be added later

chapter warnings?: angst angst angst, pet name (petal), not proofread

Your work with Coryo had slowed rather drastically. Though there were days you had the energy to join him in the office, you had primarily distracted yourself with reading or the occasional nap. Much of your time, however, had been spent making arrangements for your babe’s nursery. It was one of the few times Coryo did not protest you doing any sort of work. If it was because this work only involved you flipping through catalogues, neither of you made a comment.

Things were…strange between yourself and Coryo. Ever since you had asked if you could give birth at the cottage, he had grown…distant. In the early days, you pretended you did not notice. But as time wore on, it became increasingly difficult to ignore.

Even now, as you sat across the table at him during breakfast, Coryo might have been stationed on a Peacekeeper’s base on the outskirts of Panem. When he might have stared at you as if you hung the stars in the sky, he kept his gaze to the newspapers brought to him. You had long since stopped eating, but he had yet to notice.

Where he might have once been asking you of your plans for the day, you found yourself being the one inquiring so.

Coryo finally spared you a glance. “Primarily answering demands for the Crown’s assistance, scheduling meetings with the Electors. And, of course, we have the ball we are attending this evening.”

You waited for him to ask if you were going to join him in the office, or if you are still well enough to attend the ball. He did not. You stirred your spoon around in your tea cup, the metal clanging against the porcelain. “Sounds eventful. I shall spent the morning, then, in the library.”

When you rose from your seat, you expected Coryo to rise after you. To pull in for a searing kiss before letting you escape to the library. In your mind, you imagined him chasing after you minutes later, demanding that you not leave his side for a long while. But as you watched him remain at the table, back to glancing at the papers, you knew he would not.

“I love you, Coryo.”

He looked up at you again. He smiled, but it did not quite reach his eyes. “And I you, petal.”

Ordinarily, such a response would send butterflies aflutter in your tummy. Yet, as he refused to say the word love, only bile began to rise from your stomach. You turned, and you did not wish him a good bye.

You never felt smaller than you did as you traversed down the halls of the palace. It no longer quite felt like a home to you. A part of you, the part that once thought that this marriage would be a loveless trap, wanted to run away to the cottage—Coryo be damned. If this was the manner in he was to conduct himself, you would stoop even lower. There was no one, after all, that could hit Coryo where it hurts harder than you. But the part that loved him still, the part that wanted him to stop whatever nonsense this was, desired to stay. For better or for worse, or however the vows went.

That did not mean, of course, that you could not make him squirm.

You passed the library and continued all the way down to the servant’s quarters, ignoring the strange stares you received. A passing maid gave you directions to the housekeeper’s chambers, and you entered without knocking. The woman jumped upon seeing you, quickly rising from her bed and sinking into a low curtsy.

“My apologies, Your Majesty. If I had known you were looking for me, I would have come to you with great haste.”

“If things do not improve between myself and the King by the end of the week,” you said, “you shall have my belongings moved to my personal chambers.”

“Of course, Your Majesty.”

“But not the ones across the King’s chambers. I think I would like to take up residence on the other side of the palace. And, of course, should I make this move, the babe’s nursery shall follow.”

The housekeeper fidgeted, but still maintains eye contact with you. A braver woman than the King, you mused. “Shall I inform the King of this move?”

“No. Let him come to his senses on his own, or else let him retire to his chambers without me by his side. Whatever shall happen shall be his decision alone.”

“How do you fare this evening, Your Majesty?” a lord, whose name you couldn’t be bothered to remember at the moment, asked as Coryo stepped away to fetch you a refreshment. He avoided looking you in the eyes—either out of fear of the King’s ire should anyone look at you too long for his liking or out of discomfort at your so-called “condition.” You knew the ton was not accustomed to pregnant women maintaining an active role in society. Though they could not ostracize you the way they could anyone else, you also knew they were waiting for a moment to whisper scandalized words about how a Queen should not conduct themselves in such a manner.

Your hand came to rest on your barely-there bump. In just your fourth month, much had already begun to change. Perhaps not physically yet, but things were changing between yourself and Coryo. He still worshipped the ground you walked on, to be sure, but there was an odd look in his eyes whenever he would gaze upon you. As though he was already trying to go accustomed to a life in which he loses you.

“I am quite well, thank you,” you said. Since the lord would not look you in the eyes, you took the time to glance around the ballroom. It was a standard ball, nothing out of the ordinary. Except for, of course, you. Bile rose in your throat at the looks people sent you when they didn’t think you were looking. You took a breath and, unable to hold your tongue, said, “Or at least I had been before I came to this sorry excuse of a ball. A shame, I think, that your wife is so uninspired by your love for her, or rather the lack thereof, to throw together anything worthy of my time.”

His eyes snapped to yours. “I beg your pardon?”

“You must be so unaccustomed to begging,” you said. You turned away from him. “I only mean that, if a woman felt the love of a man, she would be inspired to ensure that every aspect of their lives would be safe from tarnishment.”

“As if you have done anything but tarnish the Crown,” the lord scoffed. When your head snapped to look at him, he at least had the good sense to lose all color in his face. “What I mean is—”

“That you have chosen to disrespect the King and, more importantly, his Queen,” you said. You squared your shoulders and, though he was much taller than you, you looked your nose as though he was an ant beneath your shoe. “The Crown shall not forget.”

A cold glass was pressed into your hand. You did not have to look to know if your Coryo who had returned. Nor did you have to look to see the grin on his face as you threw the drink in the lord’s face. Gasps erupted around you, heads swiveling to see who had the poor sense to offend you. In the distance, you could see the lord’s wife pushing her way through the crowd. You turned to her as the lady reached you and held up your hand. She stopped in your tracks.

“Don’t,” you said. “I have no issue with you. Your husband, however, is daft and unworthy of a woman such as yourself. If he took offense of my recognition of such, then that is his burden to bear. If he decided to take that offense and hurl it into an insult at me, then he is only to blame for the consequences that followed.”

“I am so deeply sorry, Your Majesty—” the lady tried.

You raised your hand again, and she stopped. “It is not you I take issue with. I will, however, soon take issue if you don’t direct the band to begin playing again. I should like to dance with a man worthy of my breath.”

She gave a small nod and hurried off to the band. Slowly, the ton began to return to their own conversations, though their eyes still remained on you. You fought the urge to snarl at them.

“She provoked me,” the lord hissed to Coryo. If he thought your husband would take his side, speak to him man-to-man, he was sorely mistaken.

“And you must be so simple so as to take the bait,” Coryo said. He plucked the now empty glass from your hands and passed it off on a passing server’s tray. His fingers interlaced your own. “And simpler still if you think I would do anything but wholeheartedly support her in her scathing review of your character.”

The lord sputtered, but Coryo was too occupied letting you lead him onto the dance floor to care.

The two of you fell into an easy waltz as Coryo spun you around the floor. Finally, finally, the eyes of the ton melted away. You felt yourself relax in Coryo’s arms.

“Pregnancy has made you combative,” Coryo said, holding your body closer against his.

“I do not like the way the ton looks down upon me for being out, for showing that the love between us is culminating into beautiful life,” you said. You spared a glance out at the crowd. “The night of our wedding, I recall your ire at the lack of respect the ton showed me. It did not bother me so much then, when I thought our marriage would be a loveless affair. But now that I know your love, that you would do anything for me, it stokes this fire inside me to see the ton think I am the ruination of the Crown.”

Coryo smiled, the kind of smile that would look wicked to anyone else but so clearly reflected his love for you as you gazed upon it. You had missed this look. Why did you have to cause a scene to receive it? “I take this to mean you will allow me to force the ton to bow before you?”

You leaned in, pressed a kiss to the corner of his lips and ignored the increase of whispers around you. “Bring them to their knees.”

And yet, even still, as Coryo undid the fastenings of your gown in the comfort of your shared chambers, the ire still stoked a fire inside you. While your gown pooled at your feet, you found yourself pushing Coryo’s hands away from you. You stepped behind a privacy screen and finished undressing before slipping on a nightshift and climbing into bed. Coryo followed soon after.

When he reached for you, you pushed his hands away again and turned on your side, facing the wall. You could very nearly see his frown in your mind’s eye. Coryo shuffled closer to you. You moved closer to the edge.

“Alright, what is the matter? I did as you asked, my petal. I reminded the ton of the might of the Crown.” He reached out and ran his fingers through the ends of your hair. A shiver ran through you. “Did I misunderstand you?”

You swallowed thickly. “I fear I might be the one who misunderstands. Coryo, you said this was to be a marriage of equals, did you not?”

He was silent for a moment, as if trying to determine if you had any riddles hidden in your words. “I did, yes.”

“And you meant that, did you not?”

“I did.”

You rolled over. He was so close to you now that your noses brushed against each other. “Then why, I beg of you, have you treated me like a fragile little thing ever since we learned I was with child?”

Coryo’s jaw clenched and unclenched. “You know why.”

“History shall not repeat itself. And even if that should be my fate, why do you regard me as though I am already gone? If I am to die during childbirth—”

“—don’t say that. Please, don’t—”

“—then at least let me feel my husband’s love in whole. Do not deprive me of that. Do not make me beg for that.” You wiped your cheeks with the back of your hand, feeling the wetness upon them. “And do not say that you have been giving me such love. I know you, Coryo. I know how you loved me so fiercely at the cottage, and before, and after. You have seldom left my side, but you have never been more distant.”

“Petal…”

You squeezed your eyes shut and let the tears fall freely. You flinched away as his thumb stroked across your cheek, wiping them away. “I told the housekeeper to have my belongings moved to other side of the palace by the end of the week. In the morning, I shall tell her to hasten the move. And, at the beginning of my eighth month, I shall make the move to the cottage.”

Coryo sat up. When you looked at him, his eyes held more emotion than they had in weeks. Your heart ached, but you could not back down now. “Please, don’t.”

“I should like some space. Of course, it shall not be so different than how it already has been the last few weeks.” You rolled back over to your other side and faced the wall once more. “If you should choose to join me at the cottage, you may. I will not deprive you of that.”

“Petal, I do love you.”

“Then why can’t I feel it any longer?”

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imanes · 2 months ago

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got tagged by @nfrtjytj to post 9 books i plan on reading in 2025! my reading goal is 80 books, which is what I've been reading on average for a few years (with 2023 being an outlier with 99 books... did i not work? did i not go to uni?? wtf). so this represents a little over 10% of what i plan on reading. but i HAVE to get to these books for the following reasons:

indispensable reads:

persuasion by jane austen: this is the oldest book on my tbr (since 2013) so i feel like this year is the year i get to it... granted emma, sense and sensibility and north & south have spent as much time gathering imaginary dust but i feel like i can get the ball rolling for more regency/victorian era classics

the secret history by donna tartt: i feel like everybody and their mother but i have read it so I'm putting it on my tbr for the nth time in multiple years just to convince myself I'll finally read it lol

minor detail by adania shibli: i also want to incorporate more Palestinian fiction into my usual rotation and this seems like a good place to start

sequels:

bringer of dust by j.m. miro: i damn near lost my mind when i read ordinary monsters last year so now I'm looking at my copy of bringer of dust with a lot of trepidation... i know these characters don't exist in real life yet unfortunately i feel like if they get hurt I'll have to go on a rampage so. will get go it this year tho <3

absolution by jeff vandermeer: i start a lot of series but rarely do i finish them. the southern reach trilogy - now quartet - was one of the few ones i was actually caught up with so i need to maintain that lol

a drop of corruption by robert jackson bennett: i loved the tainted cup so much it truly lives rent free in my mind. for this one i vow i will read it as soon as i get a copy in my hands!!

new stuff just because:

the blade itself by joe abercrombie: everybody loves this author so much and I've heard he keeps on getting better and better so 2025 is the year i get into his grimdark stuff and i happen to have thrifted a copy of this one so seems like a good place to start

perdido street station: same as above i've been meaning to read some china miéville for ages because he's a new weird icon and i love strange speculative fiction. the number of unread miéville books i have on my shelves is actually embarrassing lol

the sword of kaigen by m.l. wang: i have a feeling that once i read this book everything will pale in comparison so I've been putting it off for the sake of enjoying whatever's on my tbr lol but I'm excited to be absolutely wrecked by this one

i tag everyone because i am nosy and i love knowing what everybody's up to reading-wise <3

#i've been branching out genre-wise a lot more in recent times but i remain a speculative fiction girlie at my core

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panakinthedisco · 8 months ago

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❀ #USERANJ | AO3 | OTHER SOCIALS | NAVIGATION | ANJ'S HALL OF FAME ❀

ALL TOO WELL ― Javier Peña | it had been two years since the last time you've seen Peña and you only wanted to reach out as a friend.

TICKET TO RIDE mini-series — Joel Miller AU | you're the new science teacher and adviser in Sarah Miller’s class and of course, her dad couldn’t keep his eyes to his daughter’s new teacher.

MISERABLE WITH YOU — Joel Miller | joel miller knew he's a lost cause — a lot of sins to repay and a past that kept haunting him like a plague. but you came to his life, an angel that he desired, and he knew that he doesn't deserve you.

HEAVEN mini-series — Marcus Acacius | acacius' mother forged a blood pact with the goddess of love, vowing to safeguard and elevate her son, while dedicating her life as a delphi in return. through all general acacius' triumphs, you as the daughter of venus deftly orchestrated his victory as promised but then gradually nurturing a forbidden attachment.

AS THE WORLD FALLS DOWN mini-series — Regency Era!Marcus Acacius | love has never been a fair game for you, as the men in society are often dull or dimwitted. however, a particular duke challenges you with a battle of tension and wits. naturally, you are too stubborn to let him win.

MISTY ― Joel Miller | it all started at a station stop, a conversation about your beloved country, and somehow, in that moment, joel miller became utterly captivated by you.

COLLATERAL DAMAGE ― Joel Miller x Kannika Neuman

ITERUM ― Din Djarin x Amalthea Romée

SAUDADE ― Luke Skywalker x Kaileen Kenobi - Gozen

SPECTRUM ― Anakin Skywalker x Cairistonia Vassatten

PAAGI ― Paul Atreides x Idiyanale Lalahon

LIKE REAL PEOPLE DO ― Paul McCartney x Juliette Baker

GRAPHIC ARCHIVE ( all are created by me unless stated)

#JOELNIKA

#DINTHEA

#KAILUKE

#ELANI

#MCBAKER

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rayless-reblogs · 2 months ago

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2024 Book Recommendations

I have an embarrassment of riches this year -- I had the chance to read a lot, and I kept finding so many good books. So many that instead of my normal ten recs, you're getting fifteen.

As always, these recommendations are not complete endorsements. Especially with the older books, there are definitely elements present that are questionable and even offensive.

Dragons – Pamela Wharton Blanpied (fantasy written as nonfiction, the first section recounts what happens when dragons invade Earth, the second section is a treatise on the habits and biology of dragons, and the third is a fascinating series of field notes from those who dare to befriend the monsters)

The Chatham School Affair – Thomas H Cook (mystery, a rural school, a beautiful lonely teacher, a lake, luscious language, loaded with atmosphere, you keep making and remaking your theories as you guess what happened)

Plain Bad Heroines – Emily M Danforth (mystery, braided narrative between the early twentieth century and present day, copious narrator commentary, cheeky footnotes, extremely funny but also extremely dark, gothic tropes, mostly female cast)

Cloud Cuckoo Land – Anthony Doerr (sci-fi, braided narrative spanning centuries, the story of one ancient text's journey through history, ancient Greece, medieval Constantinople, the present day in a small-town library, space travel and ai, it all comes together across the endless reach of time and you feel a lot)

Fanny Herself – Edna Ferber (pre-WW1 coming of age women's story, old-fashioned Anne of Green Gables thoughtfulness and sweetness in some places, rousingly modern in other places, strong focus on the heroine's Jewish identity, extremely funny narrative voice, the love of nature versus the industrial verve of Chicago, will our heroine keep her soul?)

The Vows of the Peacock – Alice Walworth Graham (Middle Ages, poetic fantastical language, Isabella the She-Wolf of France, messy politics, a darkly sexy historical villain, a complex but at times quite moving arranged marriage, an absorbing female protagonist)

A Thousand Ships – Natalie Haynes (Homer's women retell Homer's stories, angrily, tragically, bitchily, including many women you might not have thought of [and it isn't just the women Homer mentioned – we get into the weeds], the story is cut into bite-sized pieces that still offer filling food for thought)

The Masqueraders – Georgette Heyer (Georgian-era glitz and witty repartee, the heroine lives as a man, her brother lives as a woman, their father is full of wild schemes that might very well get them all executed for treason, the romance is a slow burn, and we get highwaymen)

Venetia – Georgette Heyer (a Regency-era GH romance, if you know GH then you know she's the author every other Regency romance writer is trying to be, it's funny, it's daring, it's tender, GH's romances are solid, but this one especially stands out for its strong-willed and capable heroine)

The Haunting of Hill House – Shirley Jackson (the house is a character, and not a nice one, psychological instability, unreliable narrator, creeping inchoate horror, whose hand am I holding, let's dwell on the unhappiness of being a smart woman in the 1950s)

Thornhedge – T Kingfisher (Sleeping Beauty but WHAT IF, I love the heroine, her name is Toadling, it's funny, it's romantic, it's thoughtful, it's even folkloric, there's a lot about ugly lady lake trolls, the prose reads beautifully, and it's compact, it doesn't waste your time and is short enough to knock out in a day or two)

The Silver Metal Lover – Tanith Lee (sci-fi, awkward dystopian-glam girl falls in love with a robot, whom she does not own, the sci-fi is as soft as pudding but it's more about the vibes anyway, inimitably stylish Tanith Lee weirdness, the robot is an absolute doll along with being a robot)

Pony Confidential – Christina Lynch (a pony is on a revenge mission against his former Horse Girl, but what if it was both funny and serious, but what if there was also a murder mystery, but what if we dwelt on human-animal negligence a la Black Beauty, but what if we also brought in Homer's Odyssey, it gets emotional)

The Princess and the Grilled Cheese Sandwich – Deya Muniz (fantasy, graphic novel, nonbinary protagonist lives as a man and is appalled to suddenly fall in love with the local heroic princess, gorgeous gorgeous shoujo-ish art, also very funny, it will make you crave cheese)

The Alice Network – Kate Quinn (WW1 and WW2, braided narrative, women acting as spies in occupied France, little-known historical events unfold on the page, so much Baudelaire, an old heroine and a young heroine and both are smart and bitter and compelling, but there's still room for some sweet romance and sharp humor)

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Hi tumblrinos, welcome to my fiction master list. You can of course find everything at AO3, where you can make use of their handy filters - Kitty's Archive of Our Own

Full list under the cut.

Major tags key: Smut 🌶️ | Fluff 🍬 | Angst 🎭

Mass Effect

Exposed: 🌶️🍬 [Garrus Vakarian/FemShepard] Mass Effect 3 | F/M | Explicit | 5.7k - Garrus meets Shepard for a date at Anderson's apartment, where she surprises him with a private dance.

Working Out The Kinks: 🌶️🍬 [Garrus Vakarian/FemShepard/Nihlus Kryik] ME3 Nihlus Lives AU | F/M/M | Explicit | 5.2k - Shepard invites Nihlus to join her and Garrus in her cabin.

Dragon Age

Cullen Rutherford Fics: Under Her Mask: 🌶️🍬(minor 🎭) [Cullen Rutherford/Solona Amell] Post DAI | F/M | Explicit | 80k ongoing - Cullen and Amell reunite a decade after the events of Origins.

Wounded Pride: 🌶️🍬 [Cullen Rutherford/Solona Amell] Regency AU | F/M | Explicit | 13.6k - In which Cullen and Solona resolve a misunderstanding.

A Surprising Reunion: 🌶️ [Cullen Rutherford/Kiara Trevelyan/Warden!Alistair] DAI | F/M/M | Explicit | 6.4k - Part 1 of The Surprising Series. Featuring @knuttydraws' OC Kiara Trevelyan. The night before the siege of Adamant Fortress, Kiara, Cullen and Alistair begin a sexual relationship.

Ding Dong Desk Dick Down: 🌶️ [Cullen Rutherford/Kiara Trevelyan/Warden!Alistair] DAI | F/M/M | Explicit | 6.3k - Part 2 of The Surprising Series. Alistair wants to test the limits of a rickety desk.

All Wrapped Up For Satinalia: 🌶️ [Cullen Rutherford/Kiara Trevelyan/Warden!Alistair] DAI | F/M/M | Explicit | 5k - Part 3 of The Surprising Series. Kiara has a surprise for Cullen, but receives a delightful surprise in return.

Shelter From the Storm: 🍬🎭 [Cullen Rutherford/Arhea Lavellan] DAI | F/M | General | 6.2k - Featuring @smashingpigeons' OC Arhea Lavellan. Cullen searches for Lavellan after the avalanche covers Haven.

Templar Vows: 🍬[Cullen Rutherford/Warden!Alistair] Origins | M/M | Teen+ | 1.6k - Alistair is recruited into the Grey Wardens, abandoning the Templar Order.

Constant Cravings: 🍬[Cullen Rutherford/Elowen Trevelyan] Modern AU | F/M | General | 0.9k - Slice of life, Elowen has pregnancy cravings.

Strategic Manoeuvres: 🌶️ [Cullen Rutherford/Elowen Trevelyan] DAI | F/M | Explicit | 3.1k - Elowen mercilessly teases Cullen, and is rewarded for her efforts.

Coercive Tactics: 🌶️ [Cullen Rutherford/Elowen Trevelyan] DAI | F/M | Explicit | 3.4k - Who knew that the best way to keep Cullen from working too hard, was to keep him tied to his desk?

Solas Fics:

Crestwood Have Been Nice: 🌶️🍬🎭 [Solas/Ellana Lavellan] DAI | F/M | Explicit | 5.2k - Solas and Lavellan do not break up at the end of the infamous scene.

In The Dark: 🌶️🎭 [Solas/Elluin Lavellan] Post-DAI | F/M | Explicit | 4.2k - Featuring @noire-pandora's OC Elluin Lavellan. Unable to stop thinking of her, Solas returns to visit Elluin before the events of Trespasser.

Dread Wolf Guides You: 🍬🎭 [Solas/Ellana Lavellan] DAI | F/M | General | 1.9k - Solas attempts to comfort Lavellan after the Temple of Mythal.

Lover's Knot: 🌶️ [Solas/Eludysia Lavellan] DAI | F/M | Explicit | 5.2k - Solas gifts Dysi a magic sex toy, which she never gets a chance to use, until the ball at Halamshiral.

Solas Doesn't Play: 🌶️ [Solas/Ellana Lavellan] DAI | F/M | Explicit | 6.5k - Ellana invites Solas to play Diamondback. She loses, just as Blackwall warned her... but still wins in the end.

Paint Me: 🌶️ [Solas/Ellana Lavellan] DAI | F/M | Explicit | 2.1k - Ellana wants Solas to paint her, unfortunately he wants to draw her first.

Ar Lasa Mala Revas: 🍬🎭 [Solas/Sulahnean Lavellan] DAI | F/M | Teen+ | 3.2k - Solas is torn between duty and desire. To give in to desire, he would have to reveal a truth that he fears would cost him the love of his vhenan.

Express Desires: [Solas/Eludysia Lavellan] Steampunk AU | F/M | Mature | 1.6k - Solas and Dysi hopelessly pine for one another, the tension between them reaching breaking point.

Hedge Wizard: 🌶️ [Solas/Sulahnean Lavellan] DAI | F/M | Explicit | 3.2k - An alternate version of a chapter from an incomplete longfic. Solas gives in to his desire for Maera, a Fade aspect of Inquisitor Lavellan.

Embers of the Sun: 🎭 [Solas/Ellana Lavellan] Post-DAI | F/M | Teen+ | 2.1k - Utter misery. Former Inquisitor Lavellan visits the final resting place of Solas.

Blackwall Fics:

Cole Is A Knavish Lad: 🍬[Blackwall/Evelyn Trevelyan] DAI | F/M | Teen+ | 1.7k - Even Cole is fed up with the oblivious pining of Blackwall and Evelyn, and decides that its time they confessed their feelings to one another.

Hairy Potter: 🌶️🍬[Blackwall/Evelyn Trevelyan] DAI | F/M | Explicit | 2.0k - Evelyn is obsessed with Blackwall's hands, and with good reason, for he's very, very skilled with them.

The Warden's Taint: 🌶️🍬🎭 [Blackwall/Evelyn Trevelyan] DAI | F/M | Explicit | 2.6k - Blackwall tries to confess to Evelyn, but he can't bring himself to do it. He wants only to be the man she believes he is.

Awakening: 🌶️🍬 [Blackwall/Evelyn Trevelyan] DAI | F/M | Explicit | 4.6k - Cole embarrasses Evelyn. Blackwall assures her that the Inquisitor doesn't have to give a fuck what anyone thinks - especially not in her own castle.

The Promise: 🌶️🎭 [Blackwall/Evelyn Trevelyan] DAI | F/M | Explicit | 3.8k - After she passes judgement on him, Blackwall vows to spend the rest of his life proving himself worthy of her forgiveness.

Exaltation: 🌶️🍬 [Blackwall/Evelyn Trevelyan] Trespasser | F/M | Explicit | 2.7k - Blackwall and Evelyn have a little reprieve from all the politics during the Exalted Council.

No Safe Haven: 🍬(Minor 🎭) [Blackwall/Hrafn Lavellan] DAI | F/M | Teen+ | 9.7k - Featuring @inky-does-art's OC Hrafn Lavellan. Scared and horny, Blackwall starts to fall hard for a mystifying and dangerous rogue.

Rylavellan Fics:

All fics featuring @knuttydraws' OC Farie Lavellan

Captured: 🌶️🍬 [Knight-Captain Rylen/Farie Lavellan] Post DAI | F/M | Explicit | 5.4k - Farie and Rylen enjoy the great outdoors on the eve of the summer solstice.

A Curious Bird: 🍬🎭 [Knight-Captain Rylen/Farie Lavellan] DA Series Modern AU | F/M | Teen+ | 15.2k - Rylen attends the house warming of his old friends from University, and meets the very pretty and interesting friend of his co-worker Solona.

A Light That Never Goes Out: 🌶️🍬 [Knight-Captain Rylen/Farie Lavellan] Veilguard | F/M | Explicit | 5.8k - Coming to Minrathous to foil the Venatori, Farie and Rylen seek a reprieve at the Lighthouse.

Cousland Fics:

Excuse me, Archdemon: 🍬 [Alistair/Elissa Cousland] Origins | F/M | General | 1.5k - Alistair and Elissa both wake in the middle of the night, haunted by the commanding call of the Archdemon.

Loghain Comes Calling: 🌶️ [Loghain Mac Tir/Elissa Cousland] Origins: Awakening | F/M | Explicit | 3.9k - Loghain knows exactly how to make the Warden Commander's pulse race.

Brave Ser Gilmore: 🍬[Roderick Gilmore/Brianna Cousland] Origins | F/M | Teen+ | 1.2k - Doing her best to avoid her parents, and Arl Howe and his son, Brianna and Rory sneak a quiet moment alone in the kitchens.

Howe Did It Take So Long?: 🌶️🎭 [Nathaniel Howe/Brianna Cousland] Origins: Awakening | F/M | Explicit | 7.1k - Childhood friends, now at odds due to his father's choices, Nathaniel finally accepts the friendship that Brianna has tried to offer to him.

The Bann of Harper's Ford: 🌶️🎭 [Nathaniel Howe/Brianna Cousland] Origins: Awakening | F/M | Explicit | 5.6k - Nathaniel finds himself feeling insanely jealous and insecure about all the attention that Brianna receives in Denerim.

Eating Crow: 🌶️🎭 [Nathaniel Howe/Brianna Cousland] Origins: Awakening | F/M | Explicit | 14.1k - Zevran arrives at Vigil's Keep, and though Nathaniel tries his hardest to not let jealousy get the better of him, with deadly precision, the smug assassin gets under his skin.

Never, My Love: 🍬[Nathaniel Howe/Brianna Cousland] Origins: Awakening | F/M | Teen+ | 887 - A quiet, tender moment between Nathaniel and Brianna.

Dorian Fics:

Adamant Hearts: 🍬🎭 [Dorian Pavus/Fenris] DAI | M/M | Teen+ | 5.2k - As Dorian seeks out Fenris in the wake of disaster, he reflects on the changing nature of their rocky relationship.

Fics featuring @inquisitoracorn's OC Jonathan Trevelyan. The Inquisitor's Anchor: 🍬[Dorian Pavus/Jonathan Trevelyan] DAI | M/M | Mature | 1.8k - Dorian and Jon discuss the nature of magic and the Anchor.

The Inquisitor's Gift: 🍬🎭[Dorian Pavus/Jonathan Trevelyan] Post-Trespasser | M/M | Mature | 4.3k - Jonathan surprises Dorian with a visit to his home in Minrathous.

Fics featuring @nivenor-krosis' OC Arthur Trevelyan.

Nobody's Fool: 🍬(Minor 🎭) [Dorian Pavus/Arthur Trevelyan] DAI | M/M | Teen+ | 3.2k - Dorian has given away his Pavus birthright and stubbornly refuses to let anyone help him get it back. Arthur can't let something so clearly important to him, slip from Dorian's grasp.

Not So Wicked Hearts: 🍬[Dorian Pavus/Arthur Trevelyan] DAI | M/M | Teen+ | 1k - Dorian fusses over Arthur at Halamshiral.

Hawke Fics:

A Pirate's Tub: 🌶️🍬[Female Hawke/Isabela] DA2 | F/F | Explicit | 1.6k - Isabela surprises Hawke with a romantic gesture.

Blood of the Hawke!: [Female Hawke/Fenris] DA2 | F/M | Teen+ | 0.6k - Hawke is embarrassed, Carver is traumatised, Fenris is quietly smug and Varric is taking notes for his book.

Hail The Conquering Hero: 🎭[Female Hawke/Fenris] DA2 | F/M | Teen+ | 1.9k - Frenemies shouldn't spar. Sex is the inevitable outcome.

Tooth and Claw: 🌶️ [Female Hawke/Fenris] DA2 | F/M | Explicit | 2.6k - Hawke likes it rough, and in the dirt. You can take the girl out of Lowtown...

The Dangers of Rosewood: 🌶️🎭 [Female Hawke/Anders] DA2 | F/M | Explicit | 5.7k - Hawke gets herself into a spot of difficulty and turns to Anders for help. Anders shows a gargantuan amount of professionalism and self-restraint. Until he doesn't.

I'll crawl home to her: 🎭🍬 [Female Hawke/Anders] DA2 | F/M | Teen+ | 2.5k - Hawke has a surprise for Anders for Satinalia.

Pour Away the Ocean: 🎭 [Female Hawke/Anders] DAI | Referenced relationship | Teen+ | 1.6k - Hawke is lost in the Fade and Anders is desperately trying to reach her.

Miscellaneous Pairings:

The Inexorable Tide: 🍬[Dirthamen/Ixchel Lavellan] Arlathan AU | F/M | Teen+ | 4.6k - Featuring @dreadfutures' OC Ixchel Lavellan. Dirthamen ponders his mysterious houseguest.

Fools Rush In: 🌶️🎭🍬[Morrigan/Aedan Cousland] Origins | F/M | Explicit | 2.3k - Aedan discovers that Morrigan's prickly shell hides a tender heart.

Sweet Whispers:🎭🍬[Alistair/Solona Amell] Origins | F/M | Teen+ | 4.3K - Featuring @inquisimer's OC Solona Amell. Alistair grows increasingly concerned that the family he has found, is turning out to be as scornful of him as the one he knew as a boy.

#fanfiction #kittywrites #masterlist #dragon age fanfiction #mass effect fanfiction #cullen rutherford #blackwall #solas #alistair dragon age #nathaniel howe #dorian pavus #fenris #knight captain rylen #morrigan #isabela dragon age #anders #loghain mac tir

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