#this is their spring form btw.

[cyberdragoninfinity]

stealing a rare moment of downtime to draw some guys who play card games (that i've met so far)

[hewmitcwaft]

HEY! HEY!!!!!!!!!!!!! TELL ME ABOUT PIXANDRIA!! DO U HAVE ANY BRAIN THOUGHTS ABOUT THE ANTHILL?!

OH BOY DO I !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[baileyfox1999]

They actually put the boy in a fur suit

[tartetasin]

Sharing here too, I had a dream where Hisami/Letty took off because an image of Hisami affectionately calling her “princess” (in a thinking bubble) blew up??

[nglwhatarecats]

holy shit she turned into a flower

[gigi-loveless]

Hiii is it alright if I request for a College!Camgirl!Ellie x college!reader? Could I also have a specific 💐 tag for when I ask things 😭😭?

PS: I love your work so fucking much, on my knees for them 💗🙏🏻

-💐

જ⁀➴ yes angel!! thank you <3 sorry this took so long btw!! lowkey had a bender over spring break and didn’t write 🫣

warnings: 18+, squirting, pet names, service top!ellie, camgirl!ellie, consensual video recording. photo credits to @ellies.galaxy on tiktok!

reqs are open 𝜗𝜚

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“you can take it baby. know my girl can.” the auburn haired girl whispered, while guiding your hips to sink fully down on her brand new strap on that sits erect on her pale lap. the aforementioned 8 inch, lavender toy was generously gifted by one of her followers, with a message attached that simply said “to break her in.”

since moving in with ellie, you’ve gradually learned so much about her….possibly more than a roommate should. first, it was her adorable obsession with vintage video games, then the way she brings home little rocks and treasures she finds on the walk to class, then…it was finding her nude in front of a camera with your “missing” thong smothering her face.

but, you couldn’t possibly resist helping her, huh?

the video garnered tons, TONS of donations, likes, and subscriptions. her followers loved that it wasn’t a staged “getting caught” cliche, and that you fully indulged in her perverse energy. since then, she’s gotten lots of requests to keep you around in her videos, which you are more than happy to oblige.

the tip nudges against your cervix, a soft bulge appearing on your abdomen. as she shifts to zoom in on the precious sight, your long forgotten homework falls off the bed, papers sliding all across the floor.

“y’see that? how she’s fuckin swallowing me?” ellie asks the camera as she zooms in on the aforementioned “she”, being your fully stuffed cunt.

“els…please move….” you pant, digging your fingernails into her thighs as an anchor. “i…i’ll do….any-thng…” you whine desperately, dying to just rut into ellie’s hips on your own, but you know better. the first (and last) time you made that mistake, she tied you up with the vibrator on the highest setting for two hours, live-streaming the whole ordeal.

hey, at least she made over $500 off of it.

“show em how you feel, angel.” ellie coos, thrusting in and out agonizingly slow, propping the camera up on her dresser, the perfect angle to capture your doe eyes rolling effortlessly into the back of your head.

“els….ohmgd…please harder!”

without a word, ellie gets the most intriguing smirk on her face, massaging her calloused fingers into your hips for a moment….then suddenly gripping onto them, bouncing you on her cock unrelentingly. screaming her name, your legs go numb. every time your trembling hands go to grip onto her waist for support, she nudges you off, growing wetter and wetter watching you unable to stabilize yourself. a thin white ring forms around the base of her cock, that she scrambles to grab the camera and zoom in on.

“look at that…fuck.” she reaches down and thumbs on your clit, causing you to buck down into her even harder, if that’s possible at this point.

“gna…gna cum els….pleaseee…” you stare right into the camera, knowing that she’s gonna replay that moment over and over again later just to see the pathetic desperation in your eyes, your perfect pout penetrating her every thought.

“go ahead angel, cum all over this cock. show me how good it feels in you. how….how…god…how good i feel in you.”

those last words send you over the edge, collapsing into her while your entire body twitches. your tight, slick walls clench around the toy for the final time, her thumb on your clit encouraging you to drench ellie’s stomach and sheets.

“fuck…i got that shit on camera. you’re so goddamn hot.” she pans the camera down to her toned stomach, where your wetness is splattered. the euphoria hasn’t worn off yet, your eyelids heavy, vision blurry as ellie smooths down your hair delicately, throwing the camera onto her chair and cradling your head into her lap.

“such a good girl f’me…..”

[impish-baby]

Ooo what about a group of fae caregivers who have been watching reader for a while and deem that this baby can’t go on longer without being taken care of, to then lead the reader out into the woods to never get them go.

Love your work btw :))

Fae!!! My favorite honestly, I hope this is alright! ^^

Come along now, run away from the humdrum. We'll go to a place that is safe from greed, anger, and boredom - Fae caregivers x reader - ☘️

The woods have always felt like a second home to you. Towering trees that stretch into the clouds, babbling brooks, it's all so much more tranquil than your busting town. Sometimes, it even feels like the forrest cares just as much about you as you care for it. It's silly, you know, but it makes you happy.

The rumors of fae are forever present, but they do nothing to deter your longing for the wild. Old wives' tales are all they are, whisperings meant to keep children from wandering too far from home and getting lost. Even if there's truth to the stories, it's none of your business. Really, you just need to be polite (something you should already do) and guard your name, it isn't that difficult.

Leaves crunch underfoot as you travel the familiar path into the woods, the changing of seasons obvious. You're a little sad to see the green go, but it is only nature's coarse. The autumn season gives way for lots of good harvest at least, basket in hand in hopes of bringing a few spoils home. As you travel deeper into the trees, the sun is eventually swallowed by the canapy, beams of light being the only thing allowed through.

A fox catches your eye for just a moment, the creature staring at you from the undergrowth. You can't resist the urge to wave politey, so you do so before it scampers back into the trees. No matter how many times you see one, they're still so beautiful.

Everything is really, that's why you've found yourself crouched in front of a patch of mushrooms reaching out of the forrest floor. They're pretty, a light brown with frilled gills..

"I hope you aren't going to pick them, those are poisonous, they don't make for very good eating.."

The sudden voice from behind you causes you to fall flat on your bottom, a melodious laugh following. "Oh dear, I didn't mean to startle you.." they offer you a hand up, giggling all the while. "Are you alright, darling?"

You manage a nod as you're helped back onto your feet, thanking the man quietly. He's tall, probably taller than anyone you've ever met, and jewelry covers his form as if his beauty didn't speak for itself. His rings catch the light as he raises your hand to his lips.

"You may call me Briar, might I have your name?"

He doesn't falter for second as you shake your head, asking him to call you a nickname instead. "Oh, I get to choose, do I?" Brair rubs his chin like he's deep in thought before springing forward and playfully tapping your nose. "Sprout then, you're just a little thing, it suits you.."

You aren't the happiest about it, but you're in no position to protest. Briar only smiles and steps away, no longer in your personal space, but waiting for you. "Are you out to pick berries perhaps? I know a great spot. I was about to fetch some myself, actually.."

He's expectant, tilting his head at you. "We'll have to go away from the path, but I promise, they'll be the best thing you've ever tasted.." You're reluctant to veer away from what you know, but Brair assures you he won't get you lost, and the promise of goodies is tempting..

You think his smile can rival the sun with how bright it is when you agree, Brair taking your hand in his as you begin to walk into the thicket. It feels right almost having your hand in his, it's strange, you've only just met but he seems familiar. Like you've always known him.

"My friends and I are having a little bit of a party, actually.." He hums, swinging your intertwined hands back and forth. Brair laughs again when you ask about it, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. "A welcome home party, I suppose. One for a beloved member of the family.."

It feels like it takes no time at all to come across the bushes he was referring to. The path, however, is long gone. You don't notice, attention captured by Briar guiding you to sit beside him. He was right, the berries are like nothing you've ever tasted before. They're the sweetest, nothing compares to the burst of joy they give you when you sample one.

By the end of picking, your fingers are stained pink as well as your mouth. Briar hadn't snacked on the fruit like you did, only smiling as you had your fill. "See? Good, right?" He hums, brushing your hair away from your face. "You know.. I'm sure we'll have much more yummy food at the party, I'd be delighted if you came. " Briar pays no mind to your instantaneous about not wanting to intrude and.. and if the rest of the food is as good as what you just ate..

"Perfect.." Briar is already leading you away, although you're unsure when you started walking again. "Ohh, I can't wait.."

You can hear music in the distance, the sounds of merriment beckoning you home.

[mythicmanuscripts]

Just a notion relating to sub aemond

Imagine not being a native speaker of high valyrian but learning the phrase good boy in high Valyrian and then out of nowhere one day just springing it on him when he's close to finishing, and then he does epically

I think the best way is to use it sparingly only on special occasions when he's been extra good so it doesn't loose its affect on him😂

Idk if its just me but I think that shits hawtttt

(Big fan of your blog btw!!!)

Absolutely brilliant idea anon! I love this so so much.

NSFW sub!aemond below the cut!

My immediate thought with this was actually just that Aemond would probably get so emotional to realise you spending time to learn something important to him? I don't just mean a wholeass language either. If he realises you've been reading some of his favourite history books or taking note of his favourite foods or even just asking him about his training.

From the moment he was born he had countless duties shoved upon him. He had so many expectations of him the moment he was born and all he's ever known is desperate attempts to meet those expectations and always failing by virtue of being the second son.

Of course he eventually learnt his own interests and things he enjoys, mostly just riding Vhagar, reading and training. He never actually thought he'd have anyone take any interest to what he likes, and he certainly never expected anyone to actually want to spend time with him.

So when he meets his future wife and you start to ask him things about what he likes, he's confused. At first he thinks you're just trying to make small talk to make things less awkward and he really has no idea what to do with himself when you actually remember everything and bring things up later and try to form a real connection with him.

The first time you mention that you were actually busy reading a book he had said was one of his favourites he has to turn away from you to prevent you from seeing the tears welling in his eyes. He just... he didn't know it was possible to actually bond with someone like he is with you.

(Sidenote before we get into the actual content of the ask: I think in response to this he would dive head first into literally anything you were interested in. You best believe he will read every favourite book of yours multiple times, will ensure the kitchen is always stocked with your favourite foods, will spend hours learning about something you like)

I think the idea to learn a few choice High Valyrian words and phrases came about when you started to realise how much Aemond prides himself on his High Valyrian. You knew he was fluent, but it takes a while to realise that he has spent many many more hours learning it than necessary and he prides himself on being able to speak and read it fluently.

So you decide to surprise him by learning a few special words and phrases in the language. It takes a while before you can find a tutor that you're confident won't spoil the surprise but once you do, you get to work on ensuring your pronunciation is perfect.

The first time you call him a good boy this way is during a very intense scene. Aemond loves to be pushed and wrecked, loves being made to cum so many times he can't stop twitching and whining. For his last orgasm of the day, you ride him and just as you're about to finish you whisper 'good boy' in high Valyrian in his ear and yup he's done for. It takes him HOURS to come back from subspace that time, just laying with you and letting you look after him without a care in the word because... because good boy.

After that reaction you ensure to use it whenever he's been really really good and no matter how many times you do so, it always turns him completely to mush.

I also think he'd be so touched and happy if you started trying to learn the language properly? The moment he finds out you're still meeting with the tutor he confronts you and when you say you know it's important to him so you want to learn it, he nearly starts crying again.

Needless to say, he tells you to stop paying the tutor and to let him help you. At first you're worried about it because he's obviously very very far ahead in it, but you quickly realise he absolutely loves teaching you. Normally he has no time for those he seems less intelligent but it's completely different with you because he doesn't see you that way at all. He's well aware of just how intelligent you are in other fields and he's so touched that you'd learn a whole language for him.

Some of Aemond's favourite nights are the ones spent curled up by the fireplace with you, a book in High Valyrian on his lap with you leaning against him, listening or trying to read some of it. Over time you become fluent in it and pretty soon Aemond speaks to you more in High Valyrian than he does in English.

[kurokawaia]

can I have a Soukoku x yn where u are dating Dazai but one day you both get into a fight so Dazai punishes u by making chuuya have intimacy with u as he watches, I love ur fics btw!!

PUNISHMENT

Chuuya + Dazai 彡 Fem!Reader

MDNI 18+ | WARNINGS :: Chuuya x reader, Dazai x reader, Cucking?, x fem reader, reader is a female, afab, fem anatomy, she/her, NSFW, oral -> male receiving, implied size difference/kink (reader is a ways smaller than him), throat fucking, dubcon! cock warming, cum swallowing, use of 'good girl' 'love' + more, mean? praise . (total word count 2k+)

master list | bsd master list

"You really think you can talk to me like that?" Dazai hums, his eyes glaring down to you and you felt a shrivel of fear bubble up inside of you. 

You really pushed his buttons too much this time. Maybe you shouldn't be like this with Dazai... You thought that you could be a little bit of brat around him but you now know that you can't around either of them. 

"I don't need you to tell me what to do!" You had shot back.

You had never seen Dazai angry like this, and you had no idea how to handle it. He hadn't raised his voice, but you can tell with the way he's looking at you that he was irritated. God, you fucked up this time, you've gone too far this time with your pettiness.

Dazai leaned closer, and for a moment, you thought maybe things would calm down. His face almost touching your own, nose just a mere centimetre from your own. But then, he stepped back and a smile pulls at the corners of his lips. 

"Fine," he said in his regular playful voice before you see his eyes slit slightly and your heart begins to beat faster. He's getting serious. "If you want to be stubborn, then maybe you need a little reminder of your place."

Before you could protest, he turned to Chuuya, who was drinking wine from a crystal wine glass, watching the two of you pettily exchange insults. Mostly, it was you, Dazai was telling you to calm down or taking your threats with a soft smirk.

"Chuuya," Dazai called out after noticing the orange haired keeping an eye on the two of you. "Why don't you help me teach her a lesson?"

Chuuya's eyes flickered to you and a smirk rose onto his lips. Could his day get any better? Work was amazing for him and now he gets to punish his cutesy little darling. He couldn't deny Dazai's request, despite him having a hatred to Dazai, he loved making sure that you are being obedient. 

"Wha- Wait!" you protest before Chuuya stands up and sits himself at a chair which is closer to yourself and Dazai, slumping himself into the oak, leaning back as his legs spread.

Dazai and Chuuya argue themselves on the regular, but it's different with you because when you act up, then they can just punish you due to you behaving like a brat. 

"Come here, love," Chuuya responds, his fingers moving, motioning for you to come over to him and you instantly know what's going to happen. A pout forms on your lips as you slowly move to one of your lovers, head angled down in guilt to the floor as your fingers played with each other in nervousness. "That's a good girl. Can you sit down f'me."

Your heart begin to pound faster and faster as you lowered yourself slowly to the floor before your knees meet the dark oak slates and you sink down into your calves. "Oh, love, don't look so sad," Chuuya coos, his hand moving to cup your jaw, his thumb traces soft circles on your cheek. "Look up for me."

Hesitantly, your eyes make contact with Chuuya and you watch a smirk play on his lips. "There she is," he hums before his hand moves to stroke your the back of your head. "You know what to do." You nibble n your bottom lip as you see his cock hard in his pants, and little did you know behind you, so was Dazai. 

Unzipping his trousers with help pulling them down along with his boxers, his cock springs out, Placing a soft kiss to his tip, his head leans back into the plush pillow, a breathy moan leaving his mouth. He wanted so desperately to wrap your hair into his fingers and push your head down to his base, but he had to hold out, not yet, he repeats over and over in his head. Chuuya will let you have your fun for now, before he punishes you.

You lick a long stripe up from the underside of his throbbing cock, trailing the sensitive vein up to his flushed tip, Chuuya's breathy groans fueling you to continue. Your panties are getting more and more soaked by the second. Plump lips move to his tip, wrapping tightly as you hollow your mouth, but Chuuya couldn't take it any longer with your slow teasing moves, he knows you want to savour him, but he can't take it.

Behind you, you could hear the moans leaving Dazai's mouth, you knew what he was doing, that isn't what is bothering you. What's bothering you is how utterly wet your becoming hearing the both of them letting out such sinful sounds. 

Chuuya's fingers entangle with your strands, and you let out a breathy sigh before he pushes your mouth further down his cock, taking him inch by inch, all until his throbbing shaft is nudged all the way down your warm throat until you can't take any more. He looks down at you with his pupils blown wide as you struggle to take him all, but he knows his pretty girl can do it. 

You didn't even know how long had passed with his cock all nudged down your tight throat, warming him up but tears were about to stream down your face. You were struggling to breath. But, that's probably what those too want from you, this is your punishment, to take what Chuuya gives you without complaint, putting you back in your place.

A groan leaves his mouth, hips slightly twitching up, forcing more down into your mouth causing you to gag softly. Chuuya lets his hand leave your hair to affectionately rub small circles on your cheek with his thumb. You pull of his cock, panting as you lean your head against his inner thigh. "You can take it, love," Chuuya says before groaning, head tilted back. "Come on, do it for me?"

You nod hopelessly against his thigh and you pushed his length down once more as you hum, agreeing, and the vibrations cause a hiss to leave the his mouth. You wrap one hand around the base of shaft as you begin to bob your head along his cock before his fingers entangle into your hair, and his own movements of control take over, bobbing your head at the fast pace he wants.

You were trying to take him as deep as you could without gagging on his cock. Chuuya moans grew louder before he struggled to maintain a still stature.

He moans, "That's it, doing such a good job for me. Such a good girl, taking me so well." Your panties just became more soaked than they already were as you moaned helplessly on his cock at the praise and a breathy laugh left his throat, and it made your lower abdomen tingle. 

You wanted to see Dazai behind you, seeing him sat on the couch as he fists his cock to the sight of Chuuya punishing you. You really want Dazai here with the two of you, making a bigger, mess of their girl.

Tears well up in your soft doe eyes, before they fall down your flushed pink cheeks. Your cunt was soaking wetter by the moment, and the moans coming out of his mouth made it even more unbearable. 

You just wanted them to have his way with you, that's all you want, to have their touch, their bodies pressed against yours as they fucks you deeper and deeper in your cunt and the bed. You need them both but you can't have them right now.

Chuuya started moving more quickly, which made you start crying even more. When you hollowed out your cheeks, he let out a stifled sigh that made him hesitate to approach further. It wasn't too long before his hips rut up into your mouth, a groan exiting his lips as his cum fills your mouth. 

"I think she learned her lesson, Dazai," Chuuya says breathing heavily, looking over to him before a moan emits from Dazai's mouth, his head thrown back against the couch top. Chuuya takes a glance to you realising he didn't tell you what to do with his cum. "C'mon, swallow for me, baby," he says while stroking your cheek, watching your throat bob in satisfaction. "Good girl." he places a kiss to your head.

"Oh? I think she might have," Dazai says playfully, his voice breathy from his own orgasm. "But I think we both should teach her a lesson."

"I like the sound of that," Chuuya smirks, looking down to see your figure and his face falls as he sees how your body has nuzzled closer into him, your arms wrapped around his waist and face tucked into his stomach. "Aw, look at you," he mumbles teasingly with a brow raised. "You sorry, love?"

He smiles when you nod into him quickly while mumbling that you are sorry and that you won't do it again along with telling him that you love the both of them dearly. He threads his fingers through your hair comfortingly. "Now, why don't you take the both of us?" Chuuya murmurs near your ear, leaning down.

You lift your head from his stomach slowly as eagerness becomes plastered over your features as you nod. "Can I? please," you beg. "I can't take it anymore."

"Well, since she's asking so nicely..." Dazai hums walking over to the two of you before leaning down to your sat figure, breath heating up the side of your neck. "I think we can."

Do not copy, steal, modify, etc. Relogs and like are appreciated.

[callme-holly]

pls pls pls something about dally and reader dating but the gang doesn’t know about them yet and they get caught making out or smth like that

love your work btw!! 🫶🏻

𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 [𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]

𝐚/𝐧: does anyone know how the hell i can get my images to stay in the same row?? 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: dallas being a little handsy in the start, but whats new

The radio crackles softly in the background, the tune familiar, but something you're not paying all too much attention to, too focused on the way Dallas' fingers run through your hair, tugging on the strands as his lips move against yours. It’s slow and languid, the two of you entirely caught up in one another as you both lean over the centre consol, oblivious to the fact that it’s digging into your lower stomach uncomfortably. 

You're meant to be home by now; you'd told Darry you were at a friend's house, helping them with something but you'd be back before 6. However, it's now long past 7, and the sun had gone now at least an hour ago. 

Dallas pulls away momentarily, drawing in a quick, shallow breath as his eyes roam over your features, a smirk tugging as his lips. “You're drivin' me insane, you know that?” He mutters under his breath, dipping his head once more to trail kisses down your throat. “Most I've seen ya all week, dollface....”

You let out a weak, breathy chuckle, trying to pull him away before he can get anymore carried away. “You know why you haven't been able to see me, Dal.” You remind him, moving to push his shoulders off of you, but Dallas is having none of it, grabbing ahold of your wrists and pulling you closer. “My brothers would skin you if they saw us right now.”

Dallas grunts in response, his words muffled against your skin. “Which is why we're in my car and not in your room.” His hands trail further south, resting against the small of your back, and you find yourself melting into him. 

“We're parked in the middle of the street.” You point out, though you do nothing to stop him as he  leans down to press open mouthed kisses to your jaw. A shiver runs down your spine, goosebumps forming along your arms in reaction. 

“It's late. Aint no one out here.” He says between kisses, moving his mouth from your neck back to your lips, silencing any further arguments.

You're about to relent, give into him, when a sharp knock sounds on the window, causing both of you to spring apart sharply.  Dallas curses lowly under his breath, and there, standing at the window, is none other than Johnny and Pony. It seems they havent noticed you yet, Dallas blocking you as he rolls down the window.

“What?” He snaps.

Johnny flinches momentarily, before straightening up a little, clearing his throat. “You said you were busy, Dal.” His voice is suprisingly steady and Dallas scoffs, gesturing to you. 

“I am busy, aint I?”

Pony looks past him, eye widening slightly, and you feel your breath hitch. Shit. 

“Y/N?” He asks, and you can practically hear the disbelief in his voice. 

You can feel the blood leave your face, your pulse racing as you force yourself to sit up slowly and try to ignore the way Dallas stiffens next to you. “Hey,” You respond weakly, not knowing what else to say.

“You told Darry you were with a friend.” Pony accuses, his tone a little flat, and he sounds almost disappointed. Your cheeks flush and you swallow thickly. scrambling for an excuse, but it's too late, there's no denying what you and Dallas had been doing: your lips are swollen, and a few stray bruises on your neck. 

“I am with a friend,” You begin, but Dallas cuts you off, blowing all chances of diffusing the situation out the window. 

“Friend? That's what we're callin' this?” His grin is teasing, and you glare at him, even as your blush deepens. He’s enjoying this far too much.

Both Pony and Johnny stare blankly at you, their expressions unreadable, and for a moment you wish that you could disappear from existence entirely. 

“You're together?” Johnny finally asks, and there's a note of surprise in his voice as you nod silently, averting your gaze and biting the inside of your cheek in frustration.

“Since when?” Pony demands, clearly wanting an explanation, and your mind scrambles desperately for one, anything to keep you and Dallas out of trouble. You open your mouth, the words dying on your tongue, and you don't quite know what to say, so instead you just shrug weakly, unable to look at either of them in the eyes. 

Pony scoffs, shaking his head as he turns to run in the general direction of the house, Johnny trailing right after him. “Just wait until Darry and Soda hear about this!” he calls over his shoulder, and you let your head fall back against the seat, sighing heavily.  You knew that was coming. Of course it was. 

Dallas lets out a snort beside you, his hand brushing down your thigh. “Secrets out, huh?” He smirks slyly, and you can't help but roll your eyes.

“Thanks to you.”

He shakes his head, starting the car and pulling away from the curb, driving you the short distance back home. No doubt the other two boys have already made it, and the news has most likely already been spread. “You know, you dont have to take me back yet…” you try, knowing full well that you're going to get your ear chewed off the moment you step through the door. 

Dallas glances over at you briefly, a knowing smile curling around his lips. “I know. But I reckon your brothers are waitin' for ya, and I'm respectable enough to not leave 'em hangin'.” 

You laugh lightly, shaking your head in exasperation. Respectable is one way of putting it. Dallas Winston doesn't have a respectable bone in his body; he just wants to see you get into trouble, but you love him, and although he doesn't say it back, you know he loves you too.

[karasukarei]

Boufuurin Chat Talk vol. 1

Btw these are from Nirei's POV, so he's the one leaking these chats lol

For all other translations, see this post!

Nirei: I took a picture of some sakura I saw during my patrol, please take a look!

(picture of sakura)

Suou: Thank you! They're so pretty. For a moment there I thought it was a photo of Sakura-kun and I was looking forward to it.

Kiryuu: Thank you~ I want a photo of Sakura-kun too~

Tsugeura: Thanks! (t/n: he uses "ookini", which is kansai-ben for thank you and is often used as the equivalent of the valley-girl accent in English)

(sticker of a body builder which says "nice form"; t/n: this is actually pretty nuanced so I'm going to leave it as this)

Nirei: I've also taken a picture of Sakura-kun you know? Should I post it? Is that alright, Sakura-san?

Sakura: Definitely not

Kiryuu: Ehhh~ why not don't be so selfish~

Suou: The grade captain is free-for-all, Sakura-kun

Sakura: What do you mean free for all

Tsugeura: Yeah, yeah! It's such a waste! (t/n: I feel like i'm going to become very good at kansai-ben after this season finishes...)

Kiryuu: If I don't see Sakura-chan's photo it doesn't feel like it's spring yeeeet (t/n: yeah this is the closest way I can get to how Kiryuu types)

Sakura: Do whatever you want

Nirei: Then I'll post it...?

Sakura: Gotta do my job (t/n: this might not be totally correct, do feel free to let me know if there's a more accurate translation) Of course don’t post it (t/n: this is with super bad typos cos Sakura cannot technology; thanks @orange-cheetah for the catch!)

(source)

[smoke-and-silver]

Can I get a Aether rut thing please? 👉👈 I want that big man and I want him to want me. (Amazing writing btw)

Thank you so much! It makes me very happy to know that people enjoy what I cook <3

Aether + Reader - Rut Season

The resident big man is struggling with his rut and approaches the reader for help.

The ministry is bustling with life as everyone goes about their spring projects. It’s a busy time with so much to be done, but also a lovely time where the weather is sweet and the gardens are in full bloom. You look out across them now, from a window on the 2nd floor. Below you, two ghouls pounce on a sister of sin walking through the roses. She laughs sweetly as the rambunctious demons seize her, and gives no struggle as they pull her out of sight for undoubtedly lascivious activities. Ah, ghouls. One of the first things you had learned here was that spring was their mating season. You laugh and then clear your throat as you back away from the window.

You pull your gaze away and scan the room. Brothers and sisters of sin move about, occupied with their daily tasks. A few ghouls weave in and out of rooms assisting where possible. One figure in particular catches your eye, and unintentionally you happen to lock eyes with him–Aether. The ghoul startles a bit and looks away, quickly finding something to busy himself with in an attempt to look like he was not just staring at you. This doesn’t deter you from drinking in the view, of course. Quite the opposite, you take the opportunity to blatantly ogle his thick figure. Would they ever find this man a shirt that didn’t look shrink-wrapped to his body? Not that you minded. It would be a sad day for all in the ministry if Aether ever sized up.

It takes a moment for him to finally meet your gaze. Something’s had him acting shy around you lately and you already had an idea of what it could be. You give him a soft smile and that seems to soothe him, his shoulders visibly relaxing. You watch him straighten out his clothes, and with his sleeve he rubs his horns a bit–as if trying to shine them up–before making his approach. It’s clear what’s going on the moment he gets close to you; Aether’s face is flushed, and a sweet smell like amber reaches your nose. You remember reading about quintessence ghouls and their scent during spring, a scent meant to entice partners. Aether opens his mouth to speak, but can’t quite seem to find his words now that he’s standing in front of you.

“Go ahead.” You tease, hands innocently clasped behind your back as you step closer to him. This gets a soft laugh from him. He still looks quite sheepish.

From a ghoul’s perspective, the closeness is agonizing. He can hear your little human heartbeat in his ears, smell those pheromones that to you go unnoticed. Your scent is making him dizzy. Should he just ask? You’d been seeing each other for a while now. It wouldn’t be too strange…

“Was hoping to catch you alone..” He started. It was hard to think of something smooth when his mind was filled with thoughts of dragging you off to his den like an animal.

You peek over his shoulder. The room had cleared pretty quickly, with just one sister on her way out the door, leaving the two of you alone.

“Well, you caught me,” You smiled, playing coy as you turned nonchalantly back towards the window. “What is it exactly that you needed?”

“Uhh…” His thought trailed off before it even began, dark eyes raking over your body. This was unbearable. Habits weren’t usually that form-hugging, and he realized that you were pulling the cloth tight on purpose, peeking back at him over your shoulder. He laughs, his heart swelling at your endearing boldness. To practically offer your smaller, weaker human body to such a big ghoul.. you may as well tease a lion.

His arms are around you in moments and he buries his face in the crook of your neck, and breathes in deep. It makes you shiver. His large hand runs over your stomach, your hip, so close to sliding between your thighs, massaging your soft flesh through the fabric of your robes. You can feel him, already hard, pressing into you from behind. He’s clearly been worked up for a while.

Your little sighs drive him on as you lean back into him, yielding to the infernal being enjoying your body like an open buffet. His voice is husky and he’s warm, almost feverish against you.

“Slip away with me, just for a while,” He begs. “I’ll take care of you.”

[isa-beenme]

Whispers of Secrets and Starlight

Btw another thing I DESPISE in the original is how sjm made this fuck ass old people discuss like teenagers in high school topics that 1: was super heavy and 2: WASN'T THE MOMENT they were talking abt war and suddenly everyone had beef with each other and they had to throw it in their faces

Anyway, won't talk too much abt or I'll take 2000 words just here, enjoy 😝✌️

Warnings: Use of Y/N, ACOTAR rewrite, female main character, 2% book following the original book is a Frankenstein now, mentions of PTSD, death, more trauma, Tamlin??? idk he is mentioned that's horrible enough, fighting, blood, mentions of war, Rhysand 🙏🏻

Whispers of Secrets and Starlight - Masterlist

Chapter 11: As The World Caves In

You fought like a storm. The darkness slithered around your fingers, curling and snapping like a living thing as you winnowed between enemy soldiers, cutting them down before they even knew where you’d gone. Hybern thought they were prepared for the Night Court’s tricks. They had fought Rhysand’s forces before. They had strategies, countermeasures. But they hadn’t expected you. Between you participating in the planning and strategies or fighting alongside Rhysand, Hybern couldn't have prevented you.

Because as much as you fought with Illyrian precision and speed, your power was something else entirely. Shadows swallowed your form, stretching and shifting with every movement. When a Hybern general tried to cut you down, you became the darkness, slipping behind him before plunging your blade between his ribs. You moved like a wraith, your power flowing through your limbs like a second skin, an extension of your very being. And you weren’t alone in this battle.

From above, the Illyrians rained hell upon Hybern’s army, their wings slicing through the smoke-filled sky as they dove, blades flashing like streaks of silver lightning. Cassian led them with brutal efficiency, his siphons glowing a fierce, deadly red as he tore through their forces. Every time his sword struck, another enemy fell, their screams swallowed by the chaos of battle. Azriel was a shadow among shadows, a phantom slipping in and out of the fray. You watched as his dagger found the throat of a Hybern commander, quick and precise, before he disappeared again, unseen and unheard, a silent executioner.

But it wasn’t only the Illyrians proving their might. The Darkbringers of Hewn City fought like creatures of nightmares, their darkness not just a weapon but an entity of its own. They struck in coordinated movements, vanishing into the blackness before reappearing behind enemy lines, slitting throats and dragging bodies into the abyss of their power. One of them, a tall male with onyx-black eyes, cast a tendril of pure shadow that wrapped around a Hybern soldier’s neck, tightening, tightening—until the male collapsed lifelessly to the blood-soaked ground. One of the reasons why the Darkbringers were so useful was because of the little thought they put into killing people. They enjoyed it.

A female Illyrian fought nearby, her twin curved daggers dripping with red as she weaved between enemies with terrifying grace. She met your eyes for the briefest moment — a flicker of recognition, of mutual respect — before she melted back into the fray, her blades seeking more blood.

And Rhys watched you, his violet eyes gleaming with something dark and proud. He knew you were powerful. But this? This was the High Lord's power. His power. Even if yours burned a little dimmer, unclaimed by the Court's blessing, it still called to him in a way that made his blood sing. His mate. His equal.

With the intelligence gathered from the captured Spring and Hybern soldiers, you had already predicted their formations, their numbers, their weaknesses. Could easily find their generals. And one by one, you and Rhys tore through them, breaking their ranks, cutting down any hope they had left. A Hybern warlord, clad in thick steel armor, raised his blade and roared, trying to rally his men. You could see the desperation in his eyes, the flicker of doubt. Too late. You darted toward him before he could even register your movement, winnowing to his side. His sword swung down — an attempt to cleave you in two — but you dropped to the ground, sliding beneath the strike with inhuman speed.

Your own blade found the weak point beneath his ribs, slipping through the gaps in his armor. His breath hitched. His eyes widened. You twisted the dagger once before pulling it free, stepping back as he collapsed to his knees.

“Your mistake,” you murmured, voice quiet, “was thinking you stood a chance.”

The final wave of Hybern’s forces was already faltering, their formations breaking, soldiers hesitating. Some tried to run. Others dropped their weapons, trembling as they fell to their knees. Begging. Rhys landed beside you, his wings still spread wide, his hands coated in blood that was not his own. You met his gaze, breath steady, power still thrumming in your veins.

“No survivors,” you reminded him, voice cold.

Rhys’s lips curled. “Together, then?”

The darkness around him flared. Yours answered. And in one swift, unrelenting moment, you both unleashed your power. The remaining Hybern soldiers didn’t even have time to scream. One second they were there, and the next, mist. Blood, bone, flesh, reduced to nothing but a red mist staining the battlefield.

The silence that followed was deafening. You exhaled slowly, your magic settling back into you, the thrill of battle fading as the weight of what you’d done settled in.

Rhys reached for you, his bloodstained fingers brushing against yours. “You did well,” he murmured, voice low and reverent.

You turned your hand, lacing your fingers with his. “So did you.”

Behind you, the Illyrian forces cheered, the Darkbringers grinned in quiet satisfaction, and Tarquin watched — silent, calculating. The battle for Adriata was over.

And Hybern had just learned why they, and no one, should go to war with the Prythian and expect to survive.

Tarquin’s turquoise eyes flicked between you and Rhys, his expression carefully neutral, though the way he subtly narrowed his gaze at you didn’t go unnoticed.

Rhys, ever the picture of relaxed arrogance, only smirked. “We can speak after we’ve had a chance to clean up, Tarquin” he said smoothly.

Tarquin’s gaze lingered on you for a heartbeat longer before he gave a short nod. But you could feel the questions swirling in his mind.

You ignored them, turning instead to Cassian and Azriel. “Bring healers,” you told them. “Just in case. Once the wounded are stable, come back with Amren and Mor for a meeting with the High Lord.”

Cassian, still bloody and grinning from the fight, gave you an approving nod. Azriel merely inclined his head, shadows curling around him like a whisper of acknowledgment.

But Tarquin… Tarquin hesitated. His brows pinched, his lips parting as if he wanted to ask something but wasn’t sure if he should. But Rhys listened to it. His smirk widened, and he stepped closer to you, his arm sliding around your waist with deliberate ease. The blood still staining his fingers left faint marks on your armor.

“She gives commands,” Rhysand murmured, his violet eyes twinkling with amusement, “because she has every right to.”

Tarquin’s expression didn’t change, but you saw the way his fingers flexed at his sides.

Rhys chuckled under his breath, reading whatever thought had just crossed Tarquin’s mind, before tilting his head. “Two or three hours, then?”

Tarquin exhaled slowly, as if forcing himself to relax. “Fine.”

Rhys dipped his chin in a lazy nod before steering you away, his hand still firm on your waist. You didn’t look back, but you felt Tarquin’s gaze on you long after you were gone.

☆

Rhysand barely shut the door behind you before his hands were on your body, and you were on him. The battle had left its mark, not just in the blood on your skin but in the tension thrumming between you, in the raw need to ground yourselves in something solid, something real. The shower was quick, intense, and necessary. Water sluiced away the grime and sweat, but nothing could wash away the fire burning between you. And neither of you wanted it to.

By the time you stepped out, your breathing had steadied, but Rhys still looked at you like he wanted to drag you right back in.

Instead, you reached into his pocket realm, pulling out the garments you’d prepared. A dress, soft, flowing, a shade of blue so luminous it seemed to capture the very essence of the sea at Summer itself. The fabric shimmered like sunlight reflecting off the ocean, and the gold jewelry you set beside it was pale, almost white, delicate but undeniably regal. For Rhys, a suit. Still unmistakably Night Court in cut and style, but the usual black was softened by accents of deep blue and crisp white, as if the sea breeze had woven itself into the fabric.

Rhys arched a brow as you laid everything out, his violet eyes full of amusement. “You’re dressing me like a peacock,” he murmured, his voice warm with laughter.

You only smirked, slipping the dress over your shoulders. “We need to match the scenario, no? We are in Summer. Don’t expect me to dress like death itself under this wonderful sun, not when the sea is glowing behind us.”

Rhys let out a soft, knowing chuckle, shaking his head as he pulled the suit on without another word. No argument. No teasing remark. Just quiet obedience, as if he would have done anything you asked.

But before you could adjust the final piece of jewelry, he reached into his pocket realm and withdrew something small, something delicate. A tiara. Not an overwhelming crown, not something meant to dominate the room, but a piece designed for elegance. Slender white-gold filigree, woven with tiny, glimmering blue stones, like captured bits of the Summer sky at night.

“For the look,” Rhys murmured, stepping behind you to place it gently on your head.

You met his gaze in the mirror. Something unreadable passed through his expression, something softer than amusement, something deeper than admiration.

But he said nothing else.

And neither did you.

☆

The meeting was tense at first, the weight of battle still pressing on the room, but it shifted the moment Morrigan laid out the numbers.

“The exact count is difficult,” she admitted, fingers trailing over the paper before her. “Since Rhys and our dear friend here—” she nodded toward you, “—misted a considerable portion of Hybern’s forces. But our estimates are as follows.”

She listed the numbers with precision: the dead from Hybern, the fallen soldiers from Summer and Night, the wounded, the civilians affected. Every word was measured, calculated, the gravity of the loss clear.

Then, she pulled out another sheet and slid it across the table to Tarquin. “This is the sum we are prepared to contribute to the rebuilding efforts.”

Tarquin barely glanced at it before looking up, utterly stunned. His counselors exchanged incredulous glances, their own shock mirrored in his expression.

“Wait—wait,” he said, leaning forward as if to make sure he had heard correctly. “You’re offering to help with the aftermath? Are you offering any help at all?”

You inclined your head. “We’ve been preparing for Hybern’s attacks for a while now,” you admitted. “I wish it hadn’t been Adriata first, but our intention was always to stand against them. And, more than that—” you met his gaze evenly, “—it is our intention to be friends.”

Silence filled the room. Tarquin and his counselors sat speechless, processing what you had said. What you had done.

“…Why?” Tarquin finally asked, voice laced with genuine confusion.

Rhysand, seated beside you, leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table. His violet eyes were calm, open in a way they rarely were in these kinds of meetings. “Because we would have helped any court in this situation.” His gaze flicked to Tarquin’s. “But especially you.” Tarquin frowned slightly, but Rhys went on. “You were the only High Lord who never looked down on me for what happened Under the Mountain.” His voice was quiet but firm. “The only one who never saw me as just Amarantha’s whore. And for that alone, you would have had our help.”

Tarquin’s expression shifted, the tension in his shoulders loosening ever so slightly.

Rhys sighed, running a hand through his dark suit. You took the opening, “The Night Court has spent too much time alone in Prythian,” you admitted. “We are done with that. We want allies. We want friends.”

Tarquin studied Rhysand for a long moment, then turned his gaze to you. You held it, unwavering. And, slowly, his lips parted, just slightly. Just enough for the first flicker of something new to appear in his eyes. Maybe, just maybe, it was hope.

The room was still heavy with silence when Amren, ever impatient, cut through it with her sharp voice.

“There is an alliance between Spring and Hybern.” She tapped a clawed finger against the table. “We need to consider the possibility that Tamlin knew about Adriata’s weak points in advance.”

Tarquin stiffened, his ocean-blue eyes darkening. “He could have,” he admitted after a moment. “Spring Court has had diplomatic dealings with Summer in the past. It wouldn’t have been difficult for Tamlin to retain information about our city’s defenses.”

Amren nodded once, sharp and decisive. “Then we have our answer.”

A cold weight settled in your stomach. Rhysand exhaled through his nose, his expression unreadable. He had suspected Tamlin’s involvement, but a possible confirmation still made his jaw tighten slightly.

Tarquin drummed his fingers against the table, deep in thought. Then he lifted his gaze, determination solidifying in his features.

“If what you all are saying is true, we need to call a High Lords meeting,” he said. “As soon as possible.”

Morrigan crossed her arms. “You think they’ll come?”

Tarquin’s lips pressed into a thin line. “If they don’t, they’ll regret it.”

Rhysand hummed in quiet agreement, tapping a finger against the polished wood of the table. The conversation was going exactly as planned. What you said before was true, none of you hoped Summer would be Hybern’s first attack, if you and Rhys were being truthful, both of you bet - and hoped - it would be Auremere, Autumn's capital. But you knew in advance one Court would be attacked, and none would've been warned. The fact you all got there so fast would be credited in Spring's information.

You needed real proof Hybern was a force to be feared. You needed proof Night Court had enough power to deal with the attack. And needed another High Lord to call in the meeting, if Rhysand did none of them would listen. But a young High Lord who just started to deal with his Court and is already fighting a war, while his only help is the terrifying Night Court who never helped before? All of the others would listen. To let the attack happen was a small sacrifice for a bigger picture.

“Then we send out the summons,” Tarquin said, his voice smooth but laced with steel. “And we prepare for a meeting, wherever that may be.”

Tarquin’s counselors still looked wary. Their gazes flickered between Rhys, you, and the offer of aid Morrigan had placed before them.

“You’re asking us to trust you,” one of them, a stern-faced male with silver streaks in his dark hair, finally said. “To trust that the Night Court, which has spent centuries hidden away from the rest of Prythian, now suddenly wants to play the part of an ally.”

Rhysand chuckled under his breath, shaking his head slightly. “No,” he corrected. “I’m asking you to see the reason. Hybern doesn’t care if you’re Summer, or Night, or Day. They only care about conquest. And unless we stand together, unless we truly ally against them, they will burn their way through this continent, city by city.”

You leaned forward slightly, your eyes catching the light like a predator’s. “You saw what happened today. You saw what they were willing to do to your home. That was just the beginning. But we can stop this.”

A heavy silence settled over the room. Tarquin’s fingers curled into fists atop the table. His counselors exchanged glances, their expressions uncertain.

And then Tarquin exhaled slowly and met Rhysand’s gaze. “You speak of alliances,” he said carefully. “But alliances are built on trust. And trust must be earned.”

Rhys inclined his head. “Then let us earn it.”

Tarquin studied him for a long moment, then turned his attention to you.

“And you?” he asked. “You were human, fought against Amarantha as if it was nothing more than a game. You disappeared from Spring with your cousin and suddenly showed up acting as a High Lord for Night. Was this all a plan? What power do you have inside the Court?”

You met his gaze evenly. “I have been fighting a war long before Hybern set foot on your shores,” you said. “I've experienced grief, and fear, and sadness after leaving my home for so long. When Tamlin started acting weird because of whatever promises Hybern made to him I ran back to the place where I belong. Rhysand had kept his promise and helped me and Feyre. We have spent months preparing for this, gathering intelligence, strengthening our forces, identifying Hybern’s weaknesses.”

Rhysand’s lips curved slightly as he glanced at you. “She has been by my side through all of it,” he murmured. “Strategizing. Now fighting. And winning.” His violet eyes gleamed with something proud and dangerous. “And when this war is over, and Night Court celebrates the victory, it will be because of her as much as it will be because of me.”

The weight of his words settled in the room. Tarquin’s turquoise gaze flickered between you and Rhys, something thoughtful, perhaps even calculating, shifting behind his expression.

After a long moment, he nodded once. “Very well,” he said. “We will consider your offer.”

It was not a confirmation, not yet. But it was a start. And in this war, a start was enough.

☆

It took a few weeks for a place and day to be decided. In the end, every High Lord invited, which didn't include Tamlin, who was starting to distance himself and his Court from Prythian, agreed on Vivereos, a city in the Dawn Court, which contained an ancient palace by a lake, surrounded by pillars of sunstone. The location was chosen because it is considered sacred ground, making it an appropriate place for the gathering of all seven High Lords to discuss the war.

The golden halls of the Dawn Court glowed with the light of the setting sun, casting long shadows across the polished marble floors. The meeting had yet to begin, but already, tension buzzed in the air like a storm on the horizon.

Rhysand stood at your side, exuding his usual aura of casual arrogance, though you knew him well enough to see the careful calculation in his violet eyes. Across the grand chamber, Helion Spell-Cleaver lounged in his chair, the sheer opulence of his golden robes an intentional contrast to the severe war discussions ahead.

"You look well-rested," Rhys drawled as he approached the High Lord of Day, a smirk tugging at his lips.

Helion arched a brow, swirling the goblet of wine in his hand. "I am well-rested. Unlike you, it seems." His amber eyes flicked over Rhys, then to you, something knowing in his gaze. "You and your Second-in-Command have been busy, haven't you?"

You tilted your head slightly. "Planning for war tends to have that effect. But I'm not the second in command, contrary to popular belief and… gossip."

Helion laughed, rich and smooth as honey. "Of course, apologies for my mistake. And yet, somehow, you both still manage to look impossibly beautiful together. It's infuriating, really."

Rhys chuckled, shaking his head. "You're just upset we beat you here, Helion."

Helion sighed dramatically, taking a sip of his wine. "Yes, well, some of us prefer to enjoy our time rather than winnow from one end of Prythian to the other without so much as a moment to breathe." He lifted his goblet slightly. "But tell me, Rhysand, do you think the others will listen to you? Or will they let their centuries-old grudges outweigh their survival?"

Rhys’s smirk faded slightly, his eyes turning sharp. "That remains to be seen."

Before Helion could respond, a flash of white and blue caught your attention near the entrance.

Vivianne of the Winter Court entered, her silver-blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, her bright blue eyes scanning the room before they landed on a familiar figure. Morrigan. In an instant, Mor was moving, crossing the chamber with easy grace before pulling Vivianne into a tight embrace.

"It’s been too long," Mor murmured, squeezing her friend.

Vivianne laughed softly, pulling back just enough to look at her. "I was starting to think you'd forgotten about me."

Mor scoffed. "Forget about you? Never."

You watched as the two of them fell into an easy conversation, the warmth between them a stark contrast to the heavy atmosphere of the gathering.

Kallias, the High Lord of Winter, approached with a measured pace, his expression cool as frost. His piercing blue eyes landed on Rhys, and though he inclined his head in polite acknowledgment, the tension between them was unmistakable.

"Rhysand," Kallias greeted, his voice smooth but distant.

Rhys inclined his head in return. "Kallias. I appreciate you coming."

Kallias's gaze flickered to you briefly before returning to Rhys. "War demands unity. And as much as I might enjoy the cold silence of the North, even I cannot ignore what is coming."

Rhys's lips twitched. "Pragmatic as ever."

Kallias didn’t respond, but there was something unreadable in his gaze. Mor and Vivianne rejoined the conversation then, their laughter softening the edges of the tension.

Vivianne glanced between you and Rhys, curiosity and something akin to admiration in her expression. "You two certainly made an impression at Adriata. From what I heard."

Rhys let out a soft chuckle, his arm brushing yours in a silent gesture of acknowledgment. "That was the idea."

Before Vivianne could respond, a chime echoed through the chamber, signaling the start of the meeting.

The time for alliances, for war, for Prythian’s future, had arrived.

The last rays of sunlight streamed through the towering windows of the Dawn Court’s grand meeting hall, casting golden light across the shining lake that centered the place. It was massive, filled on top of shimmering quartz, its surface smooth enough to reflect the faces of the High Lords who now took their seats.

You stood beside Rhysand as he pulled out your chair, his violet eyes flicking to yours in silent reassurance. You had prepared for this. Every argument, every possible resistance, you were ready. But still, as the room filled with the most powerful Fae in existence, a weight settled in your chest.

Helion lounged in his chair, golden robes draped over one shoulder, his amber eyes glittering with amusement as he observed the others. Tarquin sat stiffly, his ocean-blue gaze wary yet resolute. Kallias was composed as ever, his cool expression betraying none of his thoughts, though Vivianne sat beside him, her presence a quiet comfort.

And then there was Beron. The High Lord of Autumn leaned back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest, his sharp features twisted in distaste. Beside him, his sons were absent, Eris the only member of his court granted a seat at this gathering. His amber eyes burned with unreadable emotion as they flicked between Rhysand and Helion.

Thesan, the High Lord of Dawn, presided over the meeting, his elegant hands folded before him. “We all know why we are here.” His gaze swept over the room. “Hybern has silently but sure, declared war, and none of us can ignore it any longer.”

No one spoke. You forced yourself to breathe steadily, to hold your ground.

Rhys was the one to break the silence. “We’re not here to settle old grievances,” he said smoothly, his voice calm, unwavering. “We’re here because Hybern does not discriminate. We know how the king plays his ward and he will not care which Court you rule. He will not care who your ancestors warred against centuries ago. He will only care that you are in his way.”

A muscle ticked in Beron’s jaw. “Bold words, coming from you.”

Rhys only smiled. “I’ve always been bold.”

Helion let out a low chuckle, but Tarquin cut in, voice firm. “If we are to stand a chance against Hybern, for the same to not happen to your courts as it happened in mine, we need to share our resources. Information. Soldiers. Otherwise, we will all fall.”

Kallias’s cold blue eyes flickered. “And what, exactly, are you proposing?”

You met his gaze. “An alliance.” The word hung heavy in the air. “A real one. Not just a ceasefire, not just words on parchment. A true alliance.”

Beron scoffed. “And who, precisely, would lead such an alliance? You, Rhysand?”

Rhys didn’t flinch. “We’re not here to discuss who has the biggest boner, Beron.”

A few of the High Lords stifled their amusement, but Beron only sneered.

You leaned forward, holding Beron’s gaze. “We’re here because our people are going to die. Because this war has already started, and if we don’t fight together, there won’t be courts left to rule.”

Silence.

Then, slowly, Thesan nodded. “Let us speak plainly, then.” His golden eyes darkened. “How do we win this war?”

Helion was the one to break the silence, drumming his fingers against the quartz table. “Let’s start with what we know,” he said, tilting his head toward you and Rhysand. “You’ve been preparing for this war for a while now, haven’t you?”

Rhys inclined his head. “Yes.”

Beron sneered. “How fortunate for you. And yet, this all started in Spring. Right before the half-breed got there, and now that she is with Night suddenly they have the upper hand. How bizarre.”

All eyes turned to you. You met Beron’s gaze without flinching. “No.” The single word echoed in the vast chamber. Beron’s lips curled, but you went on before he could interrupt. “I won't let you sit there and make assumptions like that of me. I lost every single piece of family I had because of the lengths Hybern can get into manipulating people and making them believe to have a power they don't. I almost lost my cousin because of what Tamlin would do to make her a puppet and make all of you believe his claim is right as he has the Cursebreaker on his side.”

“And why, pray tell, the Queenslayer is here but the Cursebreaker is not? When both of you reside in Rhysand's Court?” Beron's smile was weak, but was there. Bastard.

“My Court too, may I tell you. And she's not here because she is not a pawn, but I am a player. The fact that I flee from that suffocating place is not a conversation we should focus on now. But the fact that we ran away and because of that, and only that, we were able to realize what was happening there is the reason why we have the upper hand” you breathe calmly, settling back at your chair. “If the Lady of Spring was granted the possibility of thinking before, Tamlin’s plan wouldn’t have worked. And maybe we wouldn't be having this conversation because we would be kneeling to Tamlin's reign on Prythian.”

A ripple of understanding passed through the room. Even those least inclined to side with Night Court fell silent. Vivianne let out a quiet breath, shaking her head. Tarquin muttered something under his breath, while Helion simply looked at you with something akin to admiration. Even Kallias’s icy expression softened slightly. Beron said nothing.

Helion, ever the one to latch onto the heart of a conversation, leaned forward, eyes gleaming with curiosity. “And where, then, is this Cursebreaker?”

You leaned back in your chair, unfazed. “Training.” Helion lifted a brow. You smirked slightly. “We’re seeing if she has any power as a High Fae and if she does, how to train it. But for now, she’s focused on reading and writing.”

Thesan gave a small nod, his expression unreadable. “A worthy pursuit.”

Beron scoffed. “So she’s useless.”

You didn’t so much as blink. “She is learning. Sometimes you should try it.”

Rhysand smiled faintly, but there was steel beneath it. “And just that is more than Tamlin ever allowed her.” The weight of those words settled over the room.

Kallias sighed, his voice quiet but firm. “Enough of Spring. Let’s return to what matters. How do we win this war?”

And just like that, the conversation shifted, but the understanding remained. The High Lords had seen the truth of Spring Court. Of Tamlin’s choices. And not a single one of them had defended him.

Cassian leaned forward, resting his forearms on the smaller chair he was granted, his hazel eyes sharp with intensity. “We strike first.”

The room went utterly still.

Azriel, shadows curling around his shoulders like living things, spoke next. “The soldiers who invaded our territory provided valuable intelligence before they were dealt with.” His voice was quiet, calm, but every High Lord felt the weight of it. “Hybern’s army is moving. Not just toward us, but toward Spring. They have Tamlin on their side. They expect to march straight through his lands unchallenged to later deal with each Court, building their way up to the north.”

Cassian’s wings twitched as he continued. “If we wait for them to set up camp, to dig in and entrench their position, this war will drag on for months, maybe years, just like the first one. But if we meet them before they reach Spring's landmark, while they’re still moving…” He smiled, slow and deadly. “We can cut them down before they even have a chance to fortify.”

Silence.

Kallias, his fingers still pressed together in careful thought, finally asked, “And you’re certain of this intelligence?”

Azriel merely nodded. That was enough to answer.

Helion exhaled, running a hand through his golden curls. “You’ve had spies in Hybern’s forces this whole time?”

Rhysand’s smile was almost lazy. “You didn’t?”

Beron scowled. “And what of the Cauldron? What of their magic? We were asked if the temple that contained our part of the Cauldron was robbed and it was. How do we deal with that?”

You answered before Cassian could. “Amren is working on that.”

A flicker of something like unease passed through the room. Even Tarquin, who had warmed slightly to your court, stiffened at the name.

Morrigan, ever the perfect mediator, offered a smooth smile. “With the information we’ve gathered, and the fact we protected our piece, even if Hybern is able to use the power partially, we believe we can disable the Cauldron long enough to give us an advantage.”

Beron scoffed. “And if you can’t?”

Cassian’s wings flared slightly. “Then we fight the way Night Court always have.”

The war general’s words rang in the silence, brutal in their simplicity.

Rhysand's voice was quiet, but no less firm. “Night Court is ready for this war. Our armies are trained, our plans are set. We know where Hybern’s forces will be, and we know when to strike.” His cold, calculating gaze swept over the room. “Do you?”

Not a single High Lord answered.

You let the silence stretch for a long moment before leaning back in your chair. “Does anyone have a plan to add to ours?”

More silence. But this time, it was tinged with something else. Understanding. Because for all their power, for all their titles, only Night Court had been paying attention. Only you had truly prepared for this war. And not a single one of them had anything to say about it.

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The cool night air greeted you as you stepped outside, Rhysand at your side. The meeting had been long and tense, but ultimately, it had gone as well as it could have. Now, all that was left was returning home.

Before Rhys could winnow you both away, Kallias called out. "Rhysand."

Rhys stopped, glancing over his shoulder as the High Lord of Winter approached. Vivianne was right behind him, her sharp eyes flicking between the two of you.

Kallias stopped a few feet away, his face unreadable. Then, quietly, he asked, "Back Under the Mountain… the children who were killed in Winter." His voice was steady, but something beneath it wavered. "A Daemati was responsible." His gaze locked onto Rhys. "For a long time, I was told it was you."

The words hung in the night, heavy and cold as a snowfall. Rhysand’s entire body went rigid beside you. You felt it instantly, the way something dark and painful curled at the edges of his mind, the way his hand twitched at his side. He didn’t even need to say it.

Before he could react, you reached for him, lacing your fingers through his. A silent message: ‘I’m here. I see you.’

Rhys blinked once, as if grounding himself. Then, slowly, he exhaled.

"It wasn’t me," he said, voice quiet but firm. "That was a lie spread by Tamlin."

Kallias stiffened. Even Vivianne’s expression darkened.

Rhysand continued, his tone controlled but edged with something raw. "There was another Daemati under Amarantha’s rule. She ordered them to do it, and I was locked in my room while it happened. I had no say. I had no control over many things. All I could do during that time was…" His throat bobbed, and his grip on your hand tightened. "I did what I could. I erased memories from her spies when I could get away with it. I hid people when I had the chance. But I couldn’t stop all of it. All of that was a game but after a while, I started to realize how far I was going and I couldn't go back anymore." The Inner Circle lowered their heads as they heard what their High Lord — and family — was telling, pieces of story not even they heard “After some time, it was just easier to pretend I was what everyone said about me. And I thought one day she might grant me the freedom to see my family again. All of you had at least someone from your Court with you. I had no one.”

Silence. Kallias’s face was unreadable.

Then, after a long moment, he exhaled. "I believed that lie for too long," he admitted, voice barely above a whisper. His ocean-blue eyes met Rhysand’s, something like regret flickering there. "I should have doubted it before now. Should have looked deeper. Should have known. I lost myself in anger and couldn't question it."

Rhys shook his head, though the tension in his jaw hadn’t fully eased. "It wasn’t safe to question it. And you didn't had a reason to."

Kallias hesitated. Then he said, "I’m sorry—for what happened to you there."

The words settled between them, raw and unguarded.

You stepped in then, your voice even but pointed. "If every High Lord had the courage to step up the way you did during those times, maybe Feyre and I wouldn’t have needed to sacrifice ourselves at all."

Kallias flinched slightly.

Vivianne, however, let out a small huff of amusement. "But then we wouldn’t have you here, having this conversation with us." She stepped closer, slipping her arm through Kallias’s in a way that grounded him. Then she met your gaze, then Rhysand’s. "You two will run the Night Court better than any High Lord before you," she said, eyes twinkling with something warmer now. "Better than any in history."

And with that, she turned, leading Kallias away, leaving you and Rhys alone beneath the stars. For a long moment, neither of you spoke.

Then Rhys turned to you fully, his thumb brushing lightly over your fingers. "You always know exactly what to say," he murmured.

You huffed a soft laugh. "That’s because I know you."

Rhysand tilted his head, violet eyes warm despite the exhaustion. "And yet, every time I think I can’t possibly love you more, you prove me wrong."

Your breath caught for half a second, and before you could respond, he leaned in, pressing the lightest, most reverent kiss to your forehead.

"Let’s go home," he whispered.

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[the-kr8tor]

Rosehips in a ⭐ bottle perhaps dearest potion maker?

Fae Hobie thinks he lost you in his own woods, but you just got hurt a bit by adventuring next to the sharp river rocks.

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(btw I know I did a few, I think? I can't remember but in no way shape or form do I want to stress you out with my requests xoxo, have fun writing)

Whoops I forgot this was supposed to be a hurt/comfort fic 😬 sorry, it's more fluff than hurt, I hope you still like it! ❤️

Pairing: Fae! Hobie Brown x fem! Reader

Word count: 1k

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, cw injury, fae AU, established relationship.

Katy's one year celebration 🎉

Hobie was awoken by your lack of presence next to him. He springs awake on the bed of flowers, flowers that you love the most. Flowers that you've told him that remind you of him and his pretty golden eyes that shine in the night like fireflies fluttering around the tall grass.

He pats your side of the bed, feeling the cold emptiness on his palm. The vines weaved around his arms perks up, wrapping even more, rising up to his bicep as his worry grows. You're allowed to leave his abode, you are human after all. And everyone desires to leave, even him, if not for him bound to his abode, he'd leave with you in a heartbeat. Live in a cottage at the edge of town, quiet enough but not too far from civilization. Cook with you in a fire he tended to. Lay down on a bed of soft fabrics, laugh with you until sleep takes you. He's satisfied to just have the latter. He only hopes that you do too, if you so desire to leave for good, he'd let you, he'd kiss you goodbye and wish you well. His heart would ache, yes, but he'll be glad to know that you're happier in your own world.

Even so, you wouldn't leave without a word to him. You'd leave a note with your flowery words scribbled on it. His face contorts into a deep frown as he concentrates on where to find you within his realm. His hands and vines ebb and weave through the soil, sprawling and crawling in the grass, trying to find your bright soul amongst the greenery and his haze of worry.

When he spots your illuminating form, he sprints and doesn't waste time in running through every tree and obstacle in his way. Green whizzes past him in increased inhuman velocity, eyes honing in on you.

He skids to a stop a few steps ahead of you, eyes widening at the state he found you in right next to the river bank on the edge of his abode. Your ankle is twisted in an angle, the wicker basket fallen right next to your prone form.

You feel the air rushing in front of you, and the smell of fresh dandelions filter through the air. To no one's surprise, you look up to see Hobie in all his glory, expression etched in worry.

“Hi.” You wave weakly through the pain. Hands wet from the lapping water right next to you.

“‘Hi?’ that all you have to say for yourself, love?” He tilts his head, walking closer to you as he scans you for any hidden injuries. Thankfully, he finds none.

“I thought it would be nice to have a lie down for a bit, y’know?” You joke, trying to lighten the mood as you see the sky darkening and the breeze stop blowing. You know him well to know that he's incredibly worried. He settles next to your injured ankle, kneeling down to inspect the damage, all without leaving his concerned eyes on you. “I’m fine, really. Just a flesh wound, is all.”

“Really?” He tilts his head, sky turning back into a light blue hue, breeze kissing your cheeks as he softly smiles at you. “It won't hurt if I poke you?”

You purse your lips together, “...no.”

“Alright then.” His finger inches closer to the raised and inflamed joint, teasing you as waits for your reaction. “‘ere I go—”

“No!” You stop him with a hand around his index. Now face to face with an all powerful fae, you see him grin at you smugly. You don't fear him, not at all. Especially when you know that he's more human than anyone outside his abode. “I was gathering herbs for my headaches.” Pouting, lashes fluttering, you put on your best puppy dog eyes to tamp down the teasing you're sure you're about to get after he tends to you.

His brows pinch together, thumb reaching for your forehead to press gently, trying to soothe your headache. “It's still botherin’ you?”

“Yeah, it's because I do all the thinking around here.”

His billowing laugh makes you laugh as hard. You find that its infectious, and you're absolutely infected with it. “Still cheeky, hm?” Flicking your forehead, he stares at you with gentle endearment as you glare at him while holding your ‘wounded’ forehead. “I can always conjure herbs for you, love. You know that.”

“I know, I'm sorry.” You sigh, placing your head atop his shoulder while he conjures vines to grow under your foot. “I just wanted to explore, and surprise you with a few clovers for the dinner table. It always looks pretty in the vases.”

Hobie reaches for your cheeks, cradling your face in his gentle and warm hold. “‘m not stoppin’ you from explorin’. Just be careful next time, yeah?” He wiggles your head in his hold, squeezing your cheeks in his calloused fingers while smile softly at him. “You could've fallen and broken somethin' more important if you weren't careful.” As the vines grow and weave around your ankle, acting like a temporary splint, you giggle at the tickling sensation. He watches your reaction, eyes crinkling at the corners while his golden eyes grow brighter.

“Like my head because I do all the thinking?”

“Or I just don't want blood on my grass.” He jokes, hand sliding under your legs and back to carry you carefully.

“Hey!” You smack his chest playfully as he lifts you up. “For that comment, I can get back home by myself, thank you very much!”

“If I let you, you'll be home by tomorrow.” He nudges your crinkled nose until your laughter echoes around the glade. “‘sides, I've got a great view from ‘ere.”

Grabbing his chin, you move his head gingerly towards your own. “Eyes up here, Hobie.” Your breath fans over his waiting lips. He could only hum in reply, he did not want to waste time to etch your lips upon his own until you're breathless in his arms.

Before you know it, you're back home with him. Piles upon piles of clover flowers and herbs greet you, but you barely notice them when you've got the most handsome flower right in front of you.

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in my feels tonight so have some zoro fluff that i wrote to help 🤫

BTW i appreciate you guys so much. thanks for reading my silly fics 🫶🫶🫶

zoro x gn!reader (if I slip a pronoun in lmk!! I'm tired and it ain't proofread!!)

this fic has a sequel!!

Zoro wakes with a start. His right eye springing open and blinking several times to clear his vision. His chest is heaving and a light layer of sweat is damp against his skin as his groggy brain processes his surroundings. 

Another nightmare. 

Flashes of his past - times where he failed or disappointed had long haunted him, and recurring memories seemed to follow him even in sleep most nights. 

It eats at him deeply, even if he doesn't show it on his face or in his demeanor. Years of grief and loss in the face of danger and battle has hardened Zoro, a stoic mask carved into his expression that hides his feelings and serves as a filter for unwanted emotions. 

He has to stay strong, at least on a surface level. He has a crew to protect and a captain to aid - people who rely on and expect great things from him.

Zoro keeps his thoughts tightly wrapped, bottling them up in a way that only makes him spiral further into his own anguish. 

A quiet and frustrated sigh passes through his lips, the hand at his side twisting into a fist in anger when he feels a head-sized weight on his chest and a much smaller arm draped around his middle. 

It's you.

His heart leaps when he takes in your sleeping form. Your face is caught in the moonlight peering in through the window in his cabin, peaceful and relaxed in what Zoro hopes is a bliss filled slumber. 

He wraps his arm around you, one hand coming to rest on your head as he begins to stroke your hair. A soft, lazy smile twitches at the sides of his mouth.

You're a reminder that life can feel more vivid - a light in the dark recesses of his mind. A reminder that even someone as cold and as rough as he seems to be is worthy of love. 

Love - what a word to describe how he feels toward you. 

It's something he'd never thought about having; something that always seemed so foreign and strange to him. Loving someone with your whole being was something he couldn't understand, devoting himself to something other than his dream, and this life of piracy didn't seem possible. 

Zoro would die for his captain. He would and had taken on anyone who stood in Luffy's way on their journey. Left on death's door many times, Zoro could've gone out knowing that he'd done his part. It didn't matter if he lived or died as long as Luffy could live his dream. 

But for you, he'll come back every time. 

He has to live.

Just meeting you had ignited a flame he thought long dormant, the fire fanning into a greater blaze when you seemed to understand him, body and soul. And when you took his hand in yours that one fateful evening, your fingers entwining with his after a long conversation at midnight in the crow's nest - he had fallen head over heels. 

He cherishes you in a way he had thought impossible. You know just how he ticks, and you always seem to be right there with open arms when he really needs you. 

Words don't need to be exchanged to show the love between you - that isn't really his forte. You met this particular behavior with learned ones of your own, forgoing average public displays of affection and replacing them. A simple but gentle touch to his shoulder can anchor him. The quick brush of your hand next to his in passing always has a deeper and more unspoken meaning to it. 

You know him like no other, and he makes sure to show you just how much he cares in the only ways he knows how. 

Zoro presses his lips to the top of your head a few times, breathing in the scent of your hair with a warm smile. You hum even deep within your dreamy state and nuzzle your face closer to him, warm and safe in his tight embrace. 

God, he loves you. 

[dustcrumbs]

I decided that since a person decided to add onto my idea (the Horror werewolf and Dust vampire Killer zombie thing) AND I FRICKING LOVE IT THAT IS SO COOL and I have decided I will elaborate on my Killer zombie thing

Killer would randomly try to eat Horror and Dust. Like, maybe during winter and stuff when most animals are hibernating/brumating/have migrated and people aren't going outside and Killer is hungry he'll just... try to nom on Dust and Horror. It doesn't work (werewolf skin is really tough and Dust is not tasty enough :( ) so it just makes Dust laugh and Horror worried. Horror would definitely give up a hand if it meant Killer could it.

This also leads me into my ideas for the other two when food is scarce. Horror will let Dust feed on him. Dust probably wouldn't suck too much, but just enough to keep him a bit more alive since he's like a vampire bat and needs food <3 And Dust's fangs are sharp enough to penetrate Horror's skin it would actually work (unlike for Killer).

Horror would also starve himself just so Killer can eat so he eats next to nothing during winter and stuff so he ends up looking absolutely fucking emaciated when spring rolls around despite the fact that Dust would absolutely force feed Horror so he actually stays alive

Uh yeah bye

NO, COME BACK. NOOOO...

the winterrr.. They'd have to huddle around Killer to warm him up. Or at least to protect that dude from ice forming on his body since blood is constantly pouring out of him. Killer is NOT allowed outside of the cave they're hiding in. So, he has to sit there beside a small fire while being squished between them. And he isn't complaining much.. But damn he wants to walk around more.

Dust would bring him brains from small prey like birds or toads. But you know Killer is gonna glare at him. He is not eating that. He has taste >:(

They can't even go to a cabin, city, village, etc, for warmth because Killer might maul someone or get shot. Dust might get hunted down, and Horror just scares people. So a cave, alone, is their best option..

Maybe Killer did sneak out once, while Horror had his back turned to start a fire. And when he spun around again, only to see that Killer was gone. It was just panic and worry that overwhelmed him in that minute. Dust eventually found the fucker stuck in a log, apparently chasing a squirrel for food. (Food he tried to hunt for Horror:3)

Dust took Killer back into their lil safe home and they huddled up for warmth again. Killer biting at Dust since he's a bit mad that he didn't let him get food for the big guy.

Gjysns

You made me like mtt poly, btw.. solely in this situation/AU..