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silvaswiftcast · 1 year ago

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Fluffvember Prompt #6 Lost

Characters: Silva Cataracta, Ricmorn Cataracta, and Hien Rijin

Rating: Teen

Notes: Just these three being a bunch of goofs. Words contained in [brackets] are in another language, in this case, it's Doman.

Content Warnings/Additional Tags: Polyamory Relationship (V Relationship), M/F/M Relationship, Suggestive Themes, Mentions of Alcohol/Drinking, Brief Anxiety, Fluff.

“Oh, no. No, no, no—” Silva muttered, smoothing her hands over her soft sheets. “Fuck! I do not have time for this!”

The earring (horn ring, in this case) Hien gifted her at the start of their courtship was missing. A piece of beautifully handcrafted Auri jewelry as a physical sign of their relationship she wore in plain sight. A sterling silver crescent moon with the Doman symbol for “wildflower” engraved on the back of it with a two ilm-long amethyst crystal hanging from the bottom. It was something she hardly ever removed because of how important it was to her. The artist designed it in such a way that it wouldn’t tangle in her short purple and magenta waves and for long-term wear.

But there were times when it needed to be removed from her left ivory horn. Sometimes, for a thorough cleaning after wearing it for a while or to check for any damage after combat.

Or the occasional session of rough sex after being apart from one another for a lengthy period.

Where did it go? She could have sworn she had last seen it on her nightstand before falling into bed with her two lovers the night before. Or did she leave it on her desk in her office? Perhaps somewhere in the living room? There was no way she could have lost it.

Right?

If only her mind wasn’t so muddled with frantic panic and a slight hangover, she’d be able to recall clearly where exactly their late night tryst started.

Ugh!

“Seven fucking hells!” she cursed, her long ivory tail swishing behind her. The search through her blankets, sheets, and the enormous bed provided no answer. Even after she completely stripped the mattress to see if it somehow snuck its way under everything. “This is getting ridiculous! We’re going to be late to this Alliance meeting at this rate.”

An impromptu meeting at that. The Au Ra was going to strangle whoever decided to call for one. It better be something important and pressing instead of something that could have been said in a letter or over linkpearl.

She could head to the meeting without it. Not many of their friends would probably notice it missing.

But…

“Still haven’t found it?”

Silva turned to see Ricmorn walking over with concern etched in his handsome features. “No,” she sighed, carding a hand through her hair. “And I’ve looked just about everywhere in here without turning all the heavier furniture over!”

He gently shushed as he closed the distance, rubbing soothing circles into the small of her back. “We’ll find it, Silv,” he promised. “It’s around here somewhere — we both know that.” A low rumble echoed in his throat, the noise offering her more comfort and hoping it would ease her anxiety. The white mage smiled when she returned it with a quiet rumble of her own. “Here—” he murmured, uncorking a small vial filled with blue liquid, “for your headache.”

She mumbled her thanks as she took it from him, knocking the bitter medicine back and swallowing it in one go. However… she nearly choked on it when Hien sprinted down the stairs of her home, almost tripping over his feet.

“I found it!” he grinned, hurrying over to the Auri couple. And to prove he wasn’t lying, he held up the earring for them to see.

The wave of relief washing over her was immense. “Oh, thank gods!” Silva cried as she skipped over to him. She ignored how her husband chuckled behind her when her long tail started swishing. “Where in the hells did you find it?”

She watched as a red flush stained his sun-kissed skin. “It… may have gotten lost in my pile of clothes while we were rushing to undress each other,” he explained with a sheepish smile.

“Really?” she snorted.

“I told you not to worry, my dear,” Ricmorn teased.

“S-shush you!”

Before she could turn around to face him, ready with a proper retort, Hien gently grabbed her shoulder to keep her still. The black mage gazed up at him, sea-green eyes roaming over his face.

“Before you go over and give your husband a piece of your mind,” the young lord started, chuckling. “May I help you put this back in its proper place?”

“O-oh,” she breathed, blinking. And suddenly, Hien wasn’t the only person in the room blushing. “Yes, please— go ahead.”

He gave her a warm smile, pressing his lips to her forehead in a sweet kiss before getting to work. His fingers tucked some of the looser purple waves behind her ivory horn so he could have a clear view. It took a few seconds to find the small hole in the horn meant for this type of jewelry, but once he did, the hook slipped through. He made sure the backing was secured in place before trailing his fingers along the flat edge of her horn. The pleased growl rumbling in her throat at the tender action made his heart flutter.

“There, back where it belongs,” he said.

Silva pressed a kiss to his warm palm when his hand pulled away. “Thank you, [my heart.]”

“Of course, [wildflower.]”

The Doman pair jumped when Ricmorn cleared his throat, turning to find him smirking.

“If you two have finished flirting, we have a meeting to get to,” he said, his chest shaking with silent laughter. “One that we’re about to be late for.”

Both men watched as Silva scrambled to collect the rest of her things, amused by the colorful string of Hannish curses leaving her as she shoved them into her bag. And then she was laughing when she grabbed their hands and pulled them up the stairs with her.

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deathbydarkelves · 3 years ago

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I decided to make playlists for Cathala and Tarinne plus explanations for why I chose each song because I entered one of those ADHD fugue states and if I didn't finish this task I would die

Anyway here are the two links (they're youtube playlists because I don't have spotify. I would obviously recommend using an adblocker if you're just gonna watch on youtube) and the explanations for each song are below the cut :) Each playlist is about an hour long.

For Tarinne’s:

1. Foggy Nights: I consider this her theme so putting it first as a sort of intro only makes sense.

2. Here’s a Health to the Company: I think this works as an example of her general disposition. She’s a people person, and always a fan of singing these sorts of songs in taverns, on ships, or what have you. It also kind of feels like a sendoff to soldiers, which I imagine symbolizes her joining the Sentinel Army and quickly thereafter fighting in the Third War.

3. Wartime Prayers: Somewhat self-explanatory, this is symbolizing her seeing war for the first time, but I also included it because the last line transitions SO WELL into the next song.

4. The Hollow: This song is an intro to an album I've never heard so I don't know the context, but I really love it because it sounds like someone praying to their deity and like I mean c'mon. Elune. Tarinne's praying to Elune to guide her through the war. Do I need to elabo-

5. Wave Walker: KILL DEATH MAIM AHAHAHAHA

6. Isil Elun’falo: Just a super rad fan-made night elf song that's basically "wow we sure do love Elune" said in twenty different ways for four and a half minutes. But it ROCKS and I LOVE it.

7. Chewing Cotton Wool: This song is about losing a loved one (I did have to check but yeah that's what it is) and I use it to symbolize Tarinne losing her mom during the war. The last line, which includes the song's title, I especially like. It's referring to how morticians (apparently) put cotton gauze in a corpse's throat and mouth to keep body fluids in and make the face look more natural. So there's a fun fact for you.

8. See U Soon (Song for Dad): Just a short lofi piece to rest a bit, and it was also chosen because the title's in reference to Tarinne growing closer to her dad after losing her mom. She still visits him at his leathers and furs shop in Stormwind fairly often, especially after dangerous adventures. She just wants to make sure he knows she's alright ;-;

9. No Lullaby: Right back into it with a song that I use to represent Tarinne's general feeling of not being able to go home because it's not there anymore. She's felt like this since the end of the Third War, but it's especially strong since the whole Teldrassil thing. But I like the ending, "who said you're on your own," because it contrasts the repeating of "alone" in the rest of the song. And it's kinda like "hey, listen, you're not the only one who feels like she can't go home." I mean that's probably how basically every single night elf feels right now skxnks

10. The Moss: This song juxtaposes classic fairy tales with scientific facts about the world and I love it to BITS. I'm using it here to represent both Tarinne's love for storytelling but also her sort of... part-time historian/archaeologist/conservator career.

11. Rasputin: I just associate this song with her for some reason and this was the best place to put it.

12. Electric Feel: Moving on to focus more on Tarinne's relationship with Cathala now. This is an extremely great and somewhat 😏 song that I also included because the electricity theme is appropriate because Cathala has lightning powers and y'know it's from Tarinne's perspective or whatever.

13. Bedroom Hymns: You know why this is here.

14. Movement: I can't talk about love songs without talking about Hozier, okay. This is just a nice, slower song to relax a bit with.

15. Never Let Me Go: I have an entire goddamn music video in my head with Cathala and Tarinne for this song and it’s very dramatic and emotional and I had to include this song or I’d die. Basically just listen to near the end of this song when she's repeating the title over and over, and imagine the two of them seeing each other at opposite ends of a battlefield after the dust settles and they rush towards each other and fall to their knees holding on as tightly as they can because they got separated early on and each thought the other was dead. Then you'll know how I feel when I listen to this song.

16. Nothing That Has Happened So Far Has Been Anything We Could Control: First of all I love the title, and second of all there's a big section in the middle (1:49 to 2:47) that I like to interpret as the two of them grappling with the fact that they're not really quite sure who or what they're fighting for anymore. Their people, yeah, but there's so many alliances and semi-permanent enemies and only-on-every-other-thursday-enemies all intertwined and the world is just so very confusing and they're trying to make the best of it. Elf school didn’t include international, interracial politics in its curriculum. It did however include how to properly plant trees, and AP calculus (this is a joke).

17. In Dreams: I like to imagine this song is something the two of them would say to each other, as a way of saying “even when everything we know is gone, even when the world ends, I will still be by your side. And if I’m not, don’t fear, for I will find you.” It makes a nice note to end on :)

For Cathala’s:

1. muse: Just a nice lofi intro to get us into things :) I don't see this song as her theme, like I do with Tarinne and the first song in her playlist, but I like it quite a bit. I don't actually really have a theme for Cathala yet, I'm currently going with a version of Way of the Monk from WoW's OST but I'm still looking for something better.

2. Frogs Singing: I included this because it's about just appreciating nature, which works because night elf and also mindfulness and meditation is a whole thing.

3. Tongues: This is a song about feeling distant from your peers which is like Cathala's whole existence! She's this weird mix of two cultures and ultimately she feels out of place regardless of where she is or who she's with. Also the theme with not understanding what people are saying works because the poor woman had to learn Pandaren from scratch and that shit ain't easy. I think blizz said somewhere probably that Common is just a language that EVERYONE knows inherently because Video Game but that's bullshit in my opinion. I'll allow spells that let you understand foreign languages to an extent (Comprehend Languages from D&D lets you understand the LITERAL meaning only, which I like), but every culture and species in the universe knowing Common is silly if you think about it for more than two seconds.

4. Kung Fu Fighting: I'm legally required to include this song. Also I prefer the Kung Fu Panda version, I'm sorry.

5. Harder Better Faster Stronger: I vicariously experience having a great work ethic through Cathala and that's why this song is here because she has 999 Determination and does Too Many push-ups every day or something idk. I was gonna say "every morning" but I have a headcanon that elves only need to sleep every couple of days (sort of a nod to "elves don't need to sleep at all" from D&D, and to explain why NIGHT elves are active at all hours of the day) so that doesn't work.

6. What's Up Danger: This song is Cathala's whole Vibe. Almost zero threat assessment skills in this woman's brain. If it can be punched, she will punch it.

7. Eye for an Eye: Fairly self-explanatory, it's a song about wanting revenge so... yeah. Checked that box. It was this or The Vengeful One by Disturbed but ultimately The Vengeful One's religious symbolism probably makes it fit better as a Tyrande theme lol ("I'm the hand of god, I'm the dark messiah." Did you mean: the Night Warrior)

8. Survivor: Cathala's survived a lot of shit and this could kinda be her making fun of herself for it because "Gods, man! Don't I deserve a break!"

9. Ashes: Really the reason I include this song is the last chunk (2:42 to the end) because holy shit. Listen, if I was gonna include a song with fire motifs, it was gonna be a somber one like this.

10. Into the West: This can kinda represent Cathala just trying to fucking breathe and recover from Teldrassil. Also works because I dunno it has stuff to do with the elves in LotR, I haven't seen those movies in a while. It sounds nice and is melancholy so I included it.

11. Like Real People Do: Cathala loves Tarinne a lot you guys have I ever menti-

12. Into the Wild: Tarinne changed Cathala's world for the better and she's super fucking grateful she has her by her side. Kinda goes without saying but you know.

13. Chasing the Moon: I have a vague music video in my head for this of them falling in love and it's very cute so there's that. Also it's in this specific spot because hey she may be deeply traumatized but she's still got a fair number of things/people in her life that make her happy so :)

14. Follow My Girl: I've got a theme going in my head that while Tarinne is fairly certain of her place in the world, Cathala is still trying to find hers. She outlived all her connections on Pandaria because Elf Lifespans(tm) and the only members of her family still alive are distant relatives she never knew very well.

15. Wish That You Were Here: This works both to represent Cathala on Pandaria feeling super homesick, and for more recently after Teldrassil. Either way, it's a message to her parents and sister.

16. Mr. Fear: She does her damnedest to hide it but she's absolutely terrified something like Teldrassil's gonna happen again! That fear drives her to do everything in her power to protect who and what she can. As long as they're not Forsaken, cause she's still got her biases, that compassion even extends across faction lines. She never really got the whole Alliance/Horde thing anyway. Innocent people shouldn't have to die, regardless of who or what they are.

17. Ordinary Day: Not to get super out there but I think this song works as symbolizing Cathala really trying to hold on to her faith in Elune, but ultimately feeling pretty abandoned. I mean she can clearly see Elune's influence everywhere. But Elune sure ain't doing Cathala any favors as far as she can tell! It also ends the whole playlist on maybe a bit of an uncertain/open-ended note, because this "losing faith" aspect is a new thing with her and will definitely be something she continues to struggle with for a while. On a related note, I should say Tarinne is still very much devout but she gets what Cathala's feeling and doesn't force anything on her, and vice versa. And Cathala wouldn't become atheist, the night elves aren't monotheistic and she still worships all the other deities, it's just specifically Elune she's a little :/ on.

#cathala #tarinne #oc playlist

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beyond-the-mirror · 4 years ago

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The Blue Eyed King’s Gift

Welcome back to another chapter of this story! Have you already guessed which fairy tales is it inspired by? You can find one of the answers in the tags below.

Tagging @v-vic, if you wish to be tagged you can let me know at any moment.

I also want to give special thanks to @thottyonmainsquid for beta reading and offering her great and brilliant advice, as well as our discord server for their support and inspiring shenanigans.

Pairings: Vergil x Fem Reader

Warnings: War and violence. Mild gory descriptions, nothing too explicit.

Part One - Part Three - Part Four

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Part Two

Once upon a time, there existed a vast kingdom ruled by a great and powerful demon who possessed a heart as merciful and gentle as that of a human.

At the beginning of his reign, the Demon King bestowed upon all the humans of his land the ancient magic of his kind, quite unlike his predecessors that kept said magic to themselves selfishly alongside a few nobles of demonic heritage. With this wonderful gift, the inhabitants were able to access greater knowledge, developing more advanced technologies that greatly improved their lives. Soon enough the kingdom grew larger than ever before, making alliances with neighboring countries in order to selflessly share their magic and science with those who needed it most. Such was the will of the Demon King, who reigned over the peaceful land for centuries.

One day, the king fell in love with a human woman, and took the ultimate decision to renounce his immortality in order to spend the rest of his days with her as his beloved queen. From this union, two children were born, twin little boys with pristine white hair and blue eyes. The entire kingdom was overjoyed at the news, a long lasting celebration was held in honor of the newborn princes. As time passed, the twins grew up to become well respected nobles among the people, as well as skilled swordsmen just like their father. The younger one had a spirit like the sun, warm and vibrant; the older one had a spirit like the moon, calm and piercing.

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Many years later, the Demon King and his beloved queen passed away at their shared bed due to old age, both with a peaceful smile on their faces at the fulfilling lives they had shared with each other. At their passing, the elder brother was crowned as king of Fortuna in a most luscious ceremony which hosted many representatives of their allied countries. The Blue Eyed King was able to reign as benevolently and wisely as his late father; however, he would often question his trust in some of Fortuna’s allies, concerns that he kept even after his crowning.

During a festival at the town square, someone caught the monarch’s attention, a beautiful maiden with a heart of gold lively dancing and twirling to the cheery music. At the end of the song, their eyes locked for a few moments that seemed almost eternal, and he knew he just had to meet her. Love blossomed between them, which some time later led to a joyful marriage between the two. The king and queen lived together with great happiness, their love as profound as the immensity of the universe.

Such happiness wouldn’t last long.

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After a medical checkup, the couple was informed that the young queen could not bear any children. The news absolutely devastated her, driving her into a severe depression that kept her isolated in her private chambers for months to come. In his despair to help his wife, the king did everything in his power to aid her in her malady. Every single medic was summoned to the palace, doctors, healers, therapists… the young king prayed every day and night for the recovery of his beloved, always tending to her side and holding her close as many times as she allowed him too.

One day, after many painful months, the queen finally gathered some energy and emerged from her chambers, much to the relief of all the servants and the young king himself. She made one single request to her husband.

She showed him a small bag of seeds “My beloved. Allow me to plant these seeds in our royal garden, and tend to them with my very own hands. I don’t wish to be helped by our servants and gardeners, who have already done so much for me these past months. Please, let me be the only one to nurture these seeds.”

As much as he wanted to protest her decision to work despite her health condition, the king obliged. Whatever it took to make his love recover her lost happiness, he would gladly accept.

The next months, the queen would be seen tending to the seeds she planted in the garden, which eventually grew into many exquisite blue roses thanks to her love and dedication. The king was filled with joy knowing that his wife had finally started to smile again, little by little did she recover and soon she was back into her usual cheery self.

None of them would have expected the tragedy that was about to fall upon the kingdom.

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They attacked at midnight while everyone slumbered. Loud explosions from their cannons shattered the calm atmosphere of the night, reducing buildings and homes to rubble and dust.

Nobody would have expected that this particular allied country would ever consider the benefits given by Fortuna as simply not enough for them. Envious and greedy, they wanted the great kingdom’s power and riches all for themselves.

As his twin rushed to take care of the siege engines surrounding the city, the Blue Eyed King and his army fought valiantly against the enemy who planned to infiltrate the grand palace. He had struck down another group of soldiers with a graceful cut from his demon sword Yamato when an all too familiar scream made his blood run cold. Looking around frantically, he spotted through the corner of his eye the queen running towards the royal garden. The king immediately bolted after his beloved, only to stop dead in his tracks at what he saw once he reached her.

The queen laid lifeless on the exact same roses she had planted months ago, the blooms now crushed and their petals painted red with her blood. Towering before her, the very own general that commanded such an act of treason against Fortuna, standing victoriously arrogant at the murder he had commited.

At that moment something broke inside the king. Everything happening around him became mere white noise as pure rage and sorrow drowned his rationality. A blaze of blue fire enveloped the king as he embraced his demonic heritage, and with a mighty roar that shattered the night skies above and the earth below, he unleashed his fury at the ones that took his love away.

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Everyone watched in horror as a dark atmosphere consumed the entire city, even the soldiers stopped fighting and froze on their sports as the heavy darkness wrapped around everything it could touch.

And then, it happened.

It was strangely beautiful, the way thousands of light beams shot instantaneously through the air like fractals of blue energy, followed shortly by a delicate hum that resonated everywhere, not unlike the chirping of birds at breaking dawn. The lights illuminated the streets as if it were a sunny day despite being in the dead of the night. All who bore witness to the otherworldly display found themselves hypnotized by its beauty, the sight so alluring, so alluring...

And just as it had begun, it ended, like a lightning breaking through the storm in a matter of seconds. During that time nobody dared make a move, too stunned at what they had just witnessed.

The Blue Eyed King sheathed his sword.

One by one, every single soldier from the enemy country fell to the ground in unrecognizable pieces, a sickening sound as their remains sploshed and bloodied the streets. It was a nightmarish sight, how an entire army was eradicated in just an instant and in such a grotesque manner.

Silence reigned over the ruined kingdom once more, as if a war had never happened in the first place.

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The prince rushed to the palace, knowing something must have happened to his older brother after realization had hit him. His imposing red wings pierced the sky as he flew, a twisted feeling that tugged at his heart telling him that something must have gone terribly wrong.

As he landed at the now rundown garden, he saw his brother’s true demon form thrashing around in torment.

Overwhelmed by his grief, the king kept ripping and tearing down the now mangled body of the opposing general. Even his own demon sword laid forgotten on the ground as he preferred to discharge his wrath with his very own claws.

The prince immediately seized him, trying his best to calm down his brother. However, the beast inside him had completely consumed him, leaving only a primal creature thirsty for blood and revenge.

Suddenly, an unexpected cry resonated through the garden, interrupting the fight between the twin brothers.

Both demons stood bewildered as the high pitched wailing continued, breaking the silence that permeated the garden. The Blue Demon quickly scanned the area, looking for the source of the strange noise, his breaths slowly evening out as he started to recover some of his lost clarity.

His blue fiery eyes widened as he noticed the sound was coming just next to the corpse of his long lost queen.

Without losing a minute the beast prowled towards her body. Upon closer inspection, her arms seemed to be enclosed around something, as if protecting it and keeping it safe until her very last breath. Ever so carefully, the Blue Demon pried her arms open, minding the sharp talons that had replaced his human nails.

In her embrace, a single intact blue rose laid. The bud was abnormally bigger than the rest of the blooms that laid broken around her, gigantic even. As the king focused on the bizarre flower, he realized that the cries were coming from inside it, just as he too observed a few slight movements on its soft inner petals

In the most gentle and careful manner, the beast opened the rose bud. What he found inside brought tears to his eyes.

Two newborn babies were cuddled inside the unnatural flower, flailing their tiny limbs and crying in distress. The infants had pale rosy skin, soft white tufts of hair crowned atop of their heads.

The king turned beast stood astonished at the sight, not expecting to find such innocent lives at the now crumbled ruins that were once his and his wife’s garden.

Scales turned into flesh, talons transformed into lithe fingers. The king slowly reached for the children with shaky arms, pulling them out of the rose and cradling them against his chest. The babies nuzzled after the warmth he exuded, one that soothed their alarmed cries little by little. It was then that they finally fluttered their eyes open, and the king let out a startled gasp.

One had light blue eyes like an endless ocean at peace, very much like the kings’ own. The other had mesmerizing green eyes like a lively forest, very much like… His heart swelled with both joy and melancholy. The child’s eyes were very much like his beloved queens’.

What the monarch failed to realize at that moment was that this was his beloved’s last gift. Unbeknownst to him, amidst the doctors that had been summoned to treat her infertility, there was an elderly woman who was praised for her unique medicinal practices involving a combination of magic and science. Knowing this, the queen begged for her help as soon as she had recognized her presence in her chambers.

The elderly woman gifted her a small satchel full of magic-imbued seeds, instructing her to add a drop of her own blood as well as one of the king’s into the satchel before planting them, warning that the seeds would only grow by the hands of the queen herself. According to her words, one of the roses would bear a child after 9 months, an heir with the same blood used to soak the seeds at the beginning.

After offering her heartfelt gratitude to the healer, the queen set to work as soon as possible, one night even pricking her husband’s finger while he slept in order to follow those same instructions. She worked day and night, tending to the roses while ignoring the worrying looks of the servitude and those of the king himself. Above all, the queen prayed to the gods every morning she would get up to keep gardening. When she noticed one of the roses growing much more than the others, the smile she thought long lost had finally returned.

The infants stared at the man holding them before raising their small hands, reaching for his face as they giggled ever so sweetly.

For the first time in his life, the Blue Eyed King broke into tears, now understanding why his beloved was in such a rush making her way to the garden.

These children were his sons, his and his queen’s very own flesh and blood.

She had given her life to save their children.

The king hugged the little boys in his arms tightly, tears after tears cascaded down his face. His younger brother, now back into his human self, fell to his knees and embraced his brother, hoping to alleviate some of his brother’s pain as he too broke down.

He could barely hear his brother’s words as he spoke between heartbreaking sobs. “No mortal shall ever cause you pain, my beautiful children. I am your father, and until my very last breath, I shall protect you.”

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As dawn broke, all the surviving Fortunians were gathered in front of the palace gates. By order of the king, every single inhabitant of the kingdom had been relocated to the citadel which will later be rebuilt and occupied.

Before everyone, the Blue Eyed King vowed and swore to protect his people by all means necessary. And if it meant cutting ties with the rest of the world, then so shall be his will and command. Fortuna had been betrayed by who they considered an ally, and he will make sure a tragedy like this one would never happen again.

For the sake of his people. For the sake of his sons.

The king unsheathed his sword, and with an all-powerful cut, he split the land around the great citadel and the surrounding villages, severing all cuts with the outside world and enveloping it in a magical barrier.

In the blink of an eye, the Great Kingdom of Fortuna was gone.

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Once upon a time, there existed a vast kingdom ruled by a great and powerful demon. However, every remnant of its existence vanished without leaving any trace behind. As ages went by, nature grew and reclaimed the unoccupied land, eventually forming a thick forest where all kinds of wild creatures lived in harmony.

For the rest of humanity, Fortuna had been long lost. This, however, couldn’t be further than the truth.

The great kingdom still stood proud and prosperous, albeit in another plane of existence cut off from all mundane ties to our world. A plane of existence where even time itself behaved in the most different and unexpected ways possible.

It was a bit difficult at the beginning, but the inhabitants soon adapted to their environment without any more trouble. In no time they managed to rebuild their homes and return to their normal lifestyles, now convinced that the decision made by the Blue Eyed King was the best for everyone.

Peace once again reigned over the kingdom. And as long as its existence remained a secret to the outside world, nothing shall ever take it away.

#devil may cry #fairy tale au #fairy tale inspired #thumbelina #Vergil Sparda #vergil x reader #vergil x you #dadgil #Papa Vergil #fanfiction #fanfic #reader insert

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yentotajaan · 4 years ago

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Repercussions V: Recap

Yen’to frowned as he stared at the messy stack of papers on his desk. They contained various notes and information on all the messes that had cropped ever since the cursed day he ran into Khan and took that damned castrum scouting job. The previous few moons had seen no let up on the pressure against the Shroudrose staff by Garlean forces, sent directly by Tribunus Lucian or otherwise.

Kaia’s Regret

It seemed like forever ago, when Yen’to and a small group set out with Kaia to rescue her family from anti-monk brigands known as the Corpse Brigade. They had set out towards a remote part of Gyr Abania, expecting relatively light resistance. With the help of Leth’s magitek devices, they soon bypassed the defenses and infiltrated the village.

Kaia’s family had trained as monks and were formidable fighters, but the Corpse Brigade also had specialized training that countered much of the monks’ advantages. The clan had been defeated and was being held prisoner, but Kaia and the group were able to make fairly short work of the brigands, who did not expect to be fighting against heavy armor and weapons. Her brother was freed, who informed them that Kaia’s mother was being held in a nearby cave.

There were many more brigands within the cave, and were all almost defeated until the leader took Kaia’s mother hostage. Even in such a dire situation, her mother made time to berate Kaia for picking up the way of the bow instead of the way of the monk. Kaia attempted to argue back, that her way was just as strong, but unfortunately they were unable to save her before she was unceremoniously executed. However, they did manage to rescue many of the villagers alongside her brother who would become head of the clan.

Strega’s Lament

Not long afterwards, the end of a tea service was rudely interrupted by a so-called hyper-tuned soldier - beings mechanically augmented by Garlean magitek and were more machine than person. He blamed Strega for what the Garleans had turned him into, and warned that his brethren would come to kill Strega messily and violently. They cursed her and her former Garlean allies for making them unable to feel anything but pain and despair. Strega and Alyona worked all night to come up with a convoluted scheme to piss off the conjurer’s guild so they would detain Strega within their walls.

Somehow the plan worked. The hyper-tuned set off a nearby distraction to draw off conjurers and Wood Wailers before turning their attention to Strega and the rest. It was a hard fought battle, but the hyper-tuned had spread themselves out in an effort to maintain the distraction and tried to attack Strega and the group one at a time. They were nearly overwhelmed when two engaged them together, but they somehow overcame the odds to overcome them all.

Strega had wished the hyper-tuned subdued rather than killed, with the aim of having the Conjurer’s Guild heal both their bodies and minds. In the end, one was inadvertently killed but the others were handed over in custody with the hopes that their pain and suffering would be eased, and that they could eventually recover. Only time would tell if that would be true.

Silf’s Hunt

It was an odd request, but no one really questioned it when a messenger came and informed them that Silf had invited them along for one her hunts. They headed out to the East Shroud, finding a very confused Silf who had no idea what was going on. It was then that the deranged Ala Mhigan hunters with bestial race’s heads as helmets launched their ambush. The very same ones who nearly killed them when they were interrogating a Garlean prisoner so many moons ago. They were Tribunus Lucian’s figurative attack dogs, although he also had literal ones.

The hunters used the ponds and trees to their advantage and strike nearly unseen, but Silf knew the terrain even better. With her guidance, the group managed to avoid detection long enough after escaping to turn the tables and launch an ambush of their own. The hunters had assaulted a nearby camp of Wood Wailers in their search, and Silf’s band used the distraction to flank the hunters and attack.

One of the hunters remained, wearing a Hrothgar head as a helmet, amidst a pile of Wood Wailer bodies, and challenged the entire group to a duel while screaming about “the wrath of the Hawk’s Talons.” The false Hrothgar proved to be a challenging adversary, surviving multiple wounds and retaliating with aero based attacks. In the end, Silf was able to finish him off through cunning - slitting his throat in a surprise maneuver.

Alyona’s Past(s)

The strange pink haired miqo’te had an even stranger past. One night, the group was informed by Sergeant Baxter that a Garlean prisoner, named Octavius, demanded a dinner with Alyona and her friends before he would reveal his secrets to his Ala Mhigan captors. It felt like that meeting with the Maelstrom prisoner all over again, where everything quickly went horribly wrong. But they seemed to have little real choice, since the information promised by the Garlean would save lives and no other interrogation technique had gotten him to loosen his lips.

The dinner was bland, but the conversation was particularly enlightening. Octavius seemed to know Alyona better than she knew herself. He had revealed that she had been many things before: a teacher, an orphan, a drunkard, a ditz, and most importantly of all - an Ala Mhigan agent named Mockingbird. In the course of her work she nearly killed Octavius and rescued an indoctrinated Ala Mhigan named Ragnald. She was forced to leave Ragnald for dead after a later attack, and he was subsequently captured by the Empire for “re-education”.

Having gained all the information they needed, Sergeant Baxter led them to the war front near Ghimlyt Dark where they were expected to run into Ragnald’s squad in the course of capturing a castrum for Alliance staging operations into Garlean territory. The battle was brutal and bloody, with many on both sides falling in the fray - including Sergeant Baxter. Ragnald was eventually found and recovered, Alyona having managed to bring back the memories of his past life. General Raubahn came in at the last moment with reinforcements and drove back the remaining Garleans, allowing the group to retreat and recover.

A Sign of Things to Come

(Text taken from a post by Khuron Khan, credit is not mine)

In a linkshell conversation that jogs Yen’to out of his reverie...

"....Does this involve Allagans?"

"No."

"....Does this involve the Empire?"

"...No?"

"...Does this involve anything spooky or traumatizing?"

"By Gods, lad- this is a simple naval reconnaissance job. This is what yer 'Teahouse' does under'dae table, aye? We'll pay upfront, you are ju-"

"WE'RE IN!"

Khan placed down the linkshell with a shit-eating grin, slouching back as he rested the back of his head against his hands. "Oi! Lu Bu! Let Faye know we have an easy job'fer once!" The tiny Kobold saluted before scampering away to the hallway. "Ah- why am I such a fookin' genius?"

Somewhere in the seas...

"Plonker took'dae job, Cap!" the Pirate barked out, nodding to her Captain. The Moonkeeper bit down her apple, crunching it down as she stacked her legs on top of the table, leaning back with a satisfied grin.

"Did they now? Aye- get the other crews ready and in position..." The Keeper stared down the horizon of the sea- gazing at the skyline of Limsa Lominsa. "And prepare the gaols- it's been sometime since I've met the half-breed; mayhap we should make the reunion at least comforting. Eh- a pillow, blanket, and a bucket should be fine until we can deliver him to'dae client" the Keeper's grin widened as her underling did a quick salute before running off to the corridors.

"Yen’to, Yen’to..." the Keeper stretched with a sigh before prepping her ammunitions for her flintlock. "Who the hell did you piss off to make me this rich?"

@moonglowk

@silvernsteel

@tough-bit-of-fluff

https://yentotajaan.tumblr.com/post/637233213295722496/repercussions-iv-a-friendly-chat

#ffxiv #rp #balmung #Khaaaaaan

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heritageofazerbaijan · 4 years ago

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History of Azerbaijan: Mannea

Mannea (in Azerbaijani - Manna) is the oldest Azerbaijani state, which located in the territory of present day Southern Azerbaijan, around of the Lake Urmia, between the 9th to 6th centuries.

At that time Mannea was neighbor of the ancient Near Eastern empires Assyria and Urartu. The capital city Izirtu was located near to the southeast of lake Urmia. One of the first mentions of Mannea is from the Assyrian records from the 9th century BC. In the records of Shalmaneser III, Manneans are mentioned around the Lake Urmia in 843 BC. These records also mention the name of the first Mannean king Udaki. The Mannaean kingdom began to flourish around 850 BC. The Mannaeans were mainly asedentary population, practicing irrigation and cattle breeding and horses.

By the 810s BC they had expanded to become the first large state to occupy this region since the Gutians. Beginning around 800s BC, the region became contested ground between Urartu and Assyria. During the open conflict between the two, ca. 750-730 BC, Mannea seized the opportunity to enlarge its holdings. The Mannaean kingdom reached the pinnacle of its power during the reign of Iranzu (ca. 740-719 BC). Iranzu was an ally of the Assyrians, and this alliance was created against Urartu. His goal was to return the occupied lands of Mannea by Urartu. At this time, king of Urartu Rusa I sougt to press for the riot the peripheral governors against the central government. In 719 BC, the governors Mitatti and Bagdaddi revolted against Iranzu. Assyrian king Sargon II moved his army to Mannea for the support Iranzu to suppress the mutiny.

After Iranzu his son Aza became the king of Mannea, but his short reign mentioned as a period of riot. The ruler Aza was assassinated and had been deposed by Ullusunu with the support of the Urartians king Rusa I. In 716 BC, king Sargon II of Assyria moved against Mannea and took Izirtu.

According to one Assyrian inscription, the Cimmerians and Scytians originally went forth from their homeland on the shores of the Black Sea in "the midst of Mannai" around this time. At that time, the Mannaeans are recorded as rebelling against Esarhaddon of Assyria in 676 BC under their ruler Ahsheri. The king Ahsheri, who ruled until the 650s BC, continued to enlarge the territory of Mannea, although paying tribute to Assyria. However, Mannea suffered a crushing defeat at the hands of the Assyrians around 660 BC, and subsequently an internal revolt broke out, continuing until Ahsheri's death. Also in the 7th century BC, Mannea was defeated by the advancing Scythians, who had already raided Urartu and been repelled by the Assyrians. This defeat contributed to the further break-up of the Mannaean kingdom. King Ahsheri's successor, Ualli, as a vassal of Assyria, took the side of the Assyrians against the Medes (Madai). Erisinni son of Ualli is the last recorded ruler of Mannea. Mannea became then an ally of Assyria against the emerging Median state, but due to the weakness and fall of Assyria in the last decades of the 7th century BC, Mannea became part of the Median empire. The Medes conquered the remnants of Mannea in 590 BC.

The Mannean culture was very close to the Near Eastern civilization, more precisely to the Assyrian. They have been called the art of making glazed bricks.

Ancient Mannaeans were pagans (idolatry) and worshiped natural object such as Sun, Moon or mountain, tree and etc.

Pictures: I picture: The map of Mannea; II picture: Mannaean King Iranzu; III picture: The portrait of Mannaean king in situla; IV picture: Situla with the image of Mannaean archer (Los Angeles County Museum of Art, Los Angeles, US); V picture: Mannaean golden basin with mythological images (found in Marliqtepe); VI picture: Glazed ceramic from Izirtu (The Ancient Orient Museum, Tokyo, Japan); VII picture: Azerbaijani gopuz player in Mannea; VIII picture: Mannaean golden necklace (found from Merlik); IX picture: Image from golden pottery (found from Ziwiye hoard (one of cultural center of Mannea); X picture: Aerophoto of Hasanli settlement (one of cultural center of Mannea).

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scion-of-kings · 2 months ago

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@oflorien sent: imposing darkness looms, its malevolent breath of impending war. ❛ i’ll fight at your side.❜ still a whisper in the refuge of one another, hushed against his shoulder. uncertainty suffocating, the weight of it pressed in fear against the cage of her chest. a refusal to fathom the horror of defeat, more to imagine a life without him. her fingers curled within his, golden gaze a well of melancholy that clings to hope left. ❛ you’re my king still, command me to action, i may go mad in idleness.❜

★

Imposing darkness looms, and Gil-galad knows he will not bask in the light that will shine in its wake.

He's known for some time now.

There's a fierce kiss pressed to the top of Celebrían's head, one that lingers while the High King composes himself. He has given thought to her plight before, to the ways in which they will inevitably part before peace can be a reality for their people; whether he says his goodbyes in the safety of their home or inside a battered tent which only holds pain and the scent of war is yet to be seen.

“I am not only your king, my love,” he pleads, his voice breaking at each syllable, until nothing but a coarse whisper remains. “Please.”

Do not make me think about losing you to the battlefields, he thinks, but does not say. He does know, as his hands skim down her arms and his gaze finds hers, that he cannot really command her whether to stay back or stand by his side.

Those words are incredibly difficult, and he waits, his eyes roaming all across her well known features as though he needed to commit them to memory. The words won't come, and the only thing that makes it through his lips is desperation, in the form of a kiss so raw that will only trail heartache in its wake.

#oflorien #v: Moon's fall (the last alliance)#i'm okay. i'm okay. i'm okay *sobs*#and where he dwelleth none can say (queue)

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nicolewrites · 5 years ago

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of new intentions - v

It’s his birthday. He can have a little soft, as a treat.

Day 5: Birthday / Reunion

Rating: G+ Genre: Romance, Friendship Characters: [Sylvain Jose Gautier & Ingrid Brandl Galatea] Words: 1,194

AO3

v. birthday

The march on Enbarr is in six days.

Everyone is nervous and on edge and there have been so many strategy meetings in the last several days that Sylvain’s head feels like it’s constantly spinning. It’s not that Byleth isn’t a brilliant strategist, because she is, but rather that he feels a bit overwhelmed at the idea that all of this could be over soon.

They’ll kill Edelgard and take the Imperial capital or she’ll kill them and the united Kingdom-Alliance rule will be short-lived.

Sylvain stays up entirely too late one night reading his latest post from back home. His father’s letter is, thankfully, entirely war-related. It’s an update on the unification of the eastern Kingdom lords and the modified troop numbers from Gautier, Fraldarius, and Charon. At the bottom of the letter is the only personal detail. It tells him to write back to his mother.

His mother’s letter, on the other hand, is all personal. She, of course, updates him on the four noble ladies that have been corresponding with his father for when the war ends. She asks after her ring, the one still tucked away in Sylvain’s pocket, and asks if he has given it to the girl he said he would yet.

Worst of all, she brings up the anniversary that this month marks. It’s been five years since Miklan stole the Lance of Ruin from Gautier territory after being disowned. It’s been five years since Rhea ordered the Blue Lions to retrieve the Relic that is leaning against the wall by his door.

Today, of course, is the worst day of the month because today is Miklan’s birthday.

Sylvain stares at blank parchment and tries to think of something to write back to his mother. He doesn’t want to ask about the other women and their fathers that he knows his father has been in talks with. He doesn’t want to talk about the Lance of Ruin and the Crest he bears that makes it his birthright.

He doesn’t want to talk about the brother who spent most of his youth trying to murder him.

He’s still staring blankly at the sheet of parchment when there’s a knock on his doorframe. He turns his head and is surprised to see Ingrid standing in his doorway. Her hair is loose around her face and she’s wearing casual, comfortable riding clothes. She’s holding a tea tray and smiling lightly at him.

“Can I come in?”

Sylvain shoots to his feet and sweeps a hand into his room. “Yeah, of course.”

She sets the tea tray down on his desk next to the letter and fiddles with the tea, adding the leaves to the water so that it will brew for the right amount of time. By the rich, floral smell of the tea, it’s probably Bergamot, his favourite.

“You could have brought Chamomile,” he says, stepping next to her and watching her slim fingers fiddle with one of the teacups.

She shrugs. “You like Bergamot better.”

“You prefer Chamomile and it is already super late. The decaffeinated tea probably would have been a good call.”

Ingrid yawns and quickly covers her mouth. “I don’t need another reason to fall asleep. Besides, Mercedes made lavender tea cakes today which are divine with Bergamot.” She points out the slightly purple-tinted cakes on the tray next to the teapot.

Sylvain chuckles lightly. “Alright, fair enough. But, if we both sleep through the council meeting tomorrow morning because we stayed up too late, it’s on you.”

Ingrid laughs and checks the tea: it’s almost done, but not quite. Her gaze skims over his room, noting the clothes practically spilling out of his trunk and the weapon resting by his door. She doesn’t comment on it and it’s because he knows that she keeps Lúin in a similar place in her own room.

Then her gaze lands on his unwritten letter. She notes the address on it and turns to glance at him. “Writing home?”

He sighs and steps around her to sweep the blank letter into a drawer on his desk. “Trying to avoid it.”

When he looks back at her, Ingrid bites her lip and he knows she’s connected some of the dots herself. “Your father is after you about it too?”

Sylvain rubs at his temple. “He’s much more gung-ho about it than my mother, for sure. My mom just wants to talk about other things.” He’s aware of the bitterness that creeps into his tone, but he doesn’t have the energy this late at night to try and hide it.

Realization flickers on Ingrid’s face and she takes his hand, squeezing it lightly. “Verdant Rain Moon.”

Sylvain presses his lips together and gently pulls his hand away. He reaches around her for the now-steeped tea and pours two small cups. He picks up one and holds it out to Ingrid until she takes it and then he takes the other cup for himself. He leaves her the desk chair and goes to sit on his bed. To his surprise, she follows him and sits next to him.

“How are you feeling?” she asks quietly.

Sylvain considers the emotions swirling in his chest. “Frustrated?” he mumbled, picking one at random. “It’s like she still can’t see that I don’t want to think about him. That I would be happy to go the rest of my life without thinking about him.”

Ingrid’s hand touches his wrist gently. “She doesn’t know everything that happened, does she? Didn’t your father keep most of it from her?”

“Yeah,” he mutters, staring down into his tea.

“Then you can’t blame her,” Ingrid points out. “But,” she continues, “you don’t have to talk about him. Talk about Felix or Dimitri or what the sunset looked like over the monastery on patrol yesterday.”

He looks at her. She’s smiling at him and he wants to kiss her. He wants to drop his teacup–hot tea be damned–and pull her against him and never let her go. He hasn’t earned that right yet. He never sent a letter to her father and the ring’s in his pocket and they’re so close to the end of this war.

“I could talk about you,” he says instead.

Ingrid’s eyes widen and she blinks. “Um, yeah, I guess you could.” She stumbles over the words a little bit and Sylvain feels the tiniest bit smug that he made her stumble.

He turns the palm of the hand not holding his teacup up on his leg and his fingers extend. Ingrid’s hand falls into his without a second thought and he squeezes her hand. Their hands are both rough with callouses from riding and flying and wielding tools of war, but her fingers are slender and her skin is soft too.

I love you bubbles up in his chest, but he presses it back. “Thanks, Ing,” he says instead.

She smiles at him and gently retracts her hand so that she can take a sip of her tea. Sylvain copies her and they smile at each other over floral decorated china.

They both sleep through the council meeting the next morning.

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ao3feed-captiveprince · 5 years ago

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Hangout for all fandoms!!

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2VJy9YY

by Marvelous_Stark

Just a place for everyone of every random to hang out and talk about their ships and anything they'd like! :)

This is probably a complete waste of my time, to be honest. Facebook is a thing too lol.

You can comment links to works you've made, or ones you enjoy! Honestly post anything but hate.

Have fun, make friends, and please no arguing 😓

Words: 12, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

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Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi, Other

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claymoreme · 5 years ago

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For the Good of the Kingdom

Words: 4,469

Rating: M

You are a princess, betrothed to the neighboring kingdom’s prince. Your royal guard, Sir McIntyre, helps soothe your nerves before your wedding night.

Author’s note: This is, uh, a really sexually explicit work of fiction. Reader has breasts and a vagina and is referred to as a princess/woman. Some characters are inspired by real-life wrestlers/personas, but are not meant to represent real people. Contains some initial non-con ish contact and a slight age gap (3-4 years in my mind. Princess is late teens/early 20s, McIntyre early-mid 20s.) Sexually inexperienced reader. Not super historically accurate probably. Drew wears a quilted gambeson/tunic, trousers, and boots. Similar to what Kit is wearing here minus the cloak.

I’m tagging @haigrr @writtingrose and also @writinglionqueen @superrezzy00 bc I have a feeling your whole crew might enjoy this and I love your work so lets be friends pls

ps. I have literally never written something quite like this before so uhh b nice thanks and enjOY

It was near impossible to sleep that night. Your round tower room was lit by the bright starlight pooling on your pillow. The moon added to the glow, shining through a pair of ornate arched windows on either side of your four-poster bed. Not only that, but the summer air was heavy with heat, making it impossible to get comfortable even under your silken sheets. Tossing and turning, you tried to allow yourself to relax, but your mind simply would not rest. Perhaps, if it was just the air and the light, you could have managed. But there was something else.

Tomorrow was to be your wedding day.

Your home kingdom, Valaris, had been clashing with knight factions from the neighboring kingdom of Saoma for almost a month now. Armies on either side had been caught in skirmishes and raids across the countryside. Your father had been in peace talks for days with the neighboring kingdom, and the two kings had at last decided to end the conflict and secure an alliance together. An alliance, of course, through marriage. The marriage of the Princess of Valaris and the Prince of Saoma. You had no fear of the marriage itself. As Princess, you would do whatever needed to be done to bring peace to your kingdom. Besides, Prince Rollins was, well, incredibly good looking. You had seen him from afar in parades, always looking dashing with his long chestnut hair, well kept beard, and impish grin. It was said he was an excellent warrior, and your ladies in waiting had assured you he would make a fine husband. But there was one thing you were still worried about. One thing that kept your mind awake and whirring.

The wedding night.

You had heard, of course, of the tradition of consummation. Every wife’s duty is to bear children. Every wife’s duty began on that night. Those ladies in waiting who had experienced it told you that, while the first time may be uncomfortable, even painful, it wasn’t too unpleasant. Especially if your husband was good looking. Still, it sounded... strange. You had had your first blood and knew your own body, knew well the sensitive spot between your legs, knew how good it felt to rub it until your whole body tensed and then went limp with pleasure. But you could not imagine anything… entering you. Not without pain. Even the few times you had tried with your own fingers had not felt particularly good. And a man was, according to your ladies, much bigger. It would hurt, you were sure. And to have a man so close to your body… a man you’d never even spoken to…

You sighed in frustration against your pillow. No use ruminating on it now. Duty be done, pain or no pain. Perhaps some reading would calm your nerves. At least give your mind something to focus on besides tomorrow night.

Sitting up, you swung your legs out of bed and reached for your bureau candle. Nobody else could possibly be awake at this hour. In fumbling to light the candle stub however, you knocked a heavy book to the floor. The book thudded to the floor and the sound echoed like a thunderclap in the still night. Jumping to your feet, you bent down to retrieve it but it was too late. The door to your room swung open.

Sir Drew McIntyre, the head of the palace guard, stood towering in your doorway. That’s right. Father wanted security for my room tonight, just in case. Drew was the most capable fighter in the whole of the palace knights. And not only was he the best at combat, he was physically outstanding as well. At least a full head taller than you and probably thrice your mass. He wasn’t in full plate armor but still cut an intimidating figure, standing there in a dark quilted gambeson over trousers and shining leather boots, sparring gloves and a massive sheathed sword tucked into the belt around his waist. He went without a chest guard or helmet while on guard duty, preferring to keep his long black hair tied back with a simple cord. His solid jaw and chin were covered with a close cut black beard and accompanying mustache. Piercing, intense blue-gray eyes looked out from under a furrowed brow.

“Are you alright, Princess? I thought I heard a disturbance.” His voice was a warm Scottish burr, powerful and low.

“Yes, I- I mean no, no disturbance, Sir McIntyre. I’m alright. This just, uh, fell,” you stammered, picking up the book and place it back on the bureau.

“Are you certain?” The large man moved forward into the room, allowing the door to close behind him, and began pacing the perimeter, double checking for any signs of an intruder. You sighed at your clumsiness.

“Yes, Sir. Just some trouble sleeping is all.” You expected him to turn to leave, but he didn’t. Instead he strode over to the window and gazed out into the night. You decided against ushering him out. It’s not like you were going to go back to sleep.

“What worries you, Princess?” He didn’t look at you. Just clasped his large hands behind his back and fixed his eyes out the window, watching.

“It’s… it’s nothing,” you insisted, a slight tremor in your voice. It’s not that you were scared of him, exactly, after all, he was there to protect you. But men rarely, if ever, visited your chambers, and it was usually your father or some other guards. But Drew being here was… different. You had seen him about the palace grounds, even seen him training a few times. He swung a greatsword like it was a feather. Once, when out with your ladies in waiting on a particularly hot summer day, you had caught a glimpse of him in the training yard clad only in rough trousers and boots. Shirtless, tan, sunlight glistening off impossibly broad shoulders, dark hair lining his chest and trailing down towards the muscled V of his hips. His hair had been loose, hanging in a curtain around his face as his powerful arms swung his weapon with ease, leaving the training dummy in a broken pile on the ground. You had flushed, and not just from the heat. Your ladies in waiting had tittered and hurried you away. Not proper for ladies to stare at such things. Heat rushed to your cheeks now as you recalled the memory and you couldn’t help but cast a lingering glance at his clothed form now. You had only stared at him from afar, but now… now he was here, in your chambers. Turning away from the window to face you. He took a step closer, cautiously. Like he was trying not to startle you.

“Is it the wedding?”

“Yes. I suppose… in a way.” You gulped down the embarrassed lump rising in your throat and lifted your chin upwards jutting your chin upwards in an attempt to show confidence. “But Rollins is a good man. I am more than ready to do my part in making peace.”

“He is a good man. And a good warrior. The alliance, of course, will be good for our kingdoms,” Drew agreed. He paused. “But you are the Princess. I was assigned to protect you tonight. I’m not leaving until it’s clear to me you are safe and comfortable. So what worries you?” You were unable to meet his eyes anymore. Those stormy gray eyes, so intense, and yet so… gentle. Concerned. You turned to face the window. I shouldn't tell him. Why would I tell him? So incredibly improper to tell him, a man, a man assigned to guard you and nothing more, but the worry weighed so heavy on your mind that you couldn't stop the words from falling out. Something about the private stillness of the night and the man in your room, assigned to protect you. Nobody else would hear.

“Sir McIntyre… I have never been… with a man.. in the way that- that a man is with his wife. In fact I-” your entire face and neck were surely bright red now, “I… have never even… kissed a man.” The last few words were barely audible. Why am I even saying this? To the captain of the guard, of all people? Silence fell in the room for a brief moment until it was broken. Drew was chuckling to himself. Those handsome features, so often serious and focused, were cracked with a gentle smile. He has dimples. Not so scary after all.

“‘’M sorry, Princess, I don’t mean to laugh. I understand your apprehension. ” You do?

“I’m sure.. I’m sure you’ve.. well, I hear that knights… often h-have many women,” you finished in an embarrassed whisper. Drew chuckled again.

“Aye, I am… experienced, yes. And so I know that everyone has nerves their first time. ’S only natural to be nervous.” The two of you were silhouetted in the window now, facing each other. A foot away. Almost nose to nose… well, nose to chest, really. He’s so close.

“I will do my duty of course. As a Princess and as a wife.” You swallowed again, your eyes dancing from his broad neck to his dark beard to his heavy brows, avoiding his eyes. “I am just afraid that, in terms of actually… being with my husband… I feel unprepared,” you trailed off, blushing. This room is stifling. “I don’t even… I don’t even know what a simple kiss feels like.” Your heart was pounding. Drew smiled softly, showing just a trace of his dimples. Those dimples… His eyes locked onto yours. Gray swirling fog. The room was silent for a moment once more.

“It feels like this.”

And then warm lips ever so softly pressed against yours. His beard lightly tickled against your cheeks and you felt one large hand cup the side of your face, brushing back your hair. He’s kissing me. Sir Drew McIntyre is kissing me. It was so unexpected, such a new feeling, that you froze, unsure if you were supposed to kiss him back or even how to kiss him back. Sensing your stiffness, Drew broke the kiss. “Princess.. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.” He straightened up and backed away. You stood there, lips buzzing, head pounding, unsure of how to proceed. You knew it wasn’t proper. You knew a princess had to value her honor. And yet… It had felt so good. Good and gentle and right.

“Sir McIntyre. Wait. Please.”

“No, Princess. I’m sorry. I should never have entered your quarters. I will find another guard to relieve me tonight.” He reached for the door.

“Please don’t go. Sir McIntyre… I… want you to stay.” He stopped at that, one hand on the door. Turned. You had no idea where this sudden confidence came from. There was something driving you towards that man. “I order you to stay.” The words crept from your lips as a whisper. His stormy eyes met yours. Clouded. Unreadable.

“As my Princess commands,” he murmured, holding his ground. Your steps swiftly closed the distance between you two. Mere inches away from him now. Rising to your tiptoes, trying to get closer, to show him you wanted this. Your hands gingerly reached to his chest, splaying your fingers over the quilted cloth, feeling his heartbeat thudding under them. Drew obligingly dipped his face closer to yours, and this time it was you who leaned into him and joined your lips together again in a tender kiss. Large fingertips softly took hold of your hips as your mouth moved against his. He felt warm and gentle and good. You pulled away for a moment, breathless, lips burning. Without even realizing it, your hands had begun to pull at the laces of his quilted shirt. But a pair of powerful hands took your shoulders and pushed you away.

“Princess.” There was need in his stormy eyes even as he held you at a distance. “I cannot do this. You know as well as I that it is far from proper. You are to be married to Prince Rollins tomorrow. I cannot dishonor that.” He’s right. He is. And yet… Your stomach dropped at the thought of him leaving. You felt as if your blood was magnetic, pulling you towards him, yearning, needing to get closer to him. You wanted this. Damn being proper.

“I know. I just think… I think maybe my fears would be less if- if I knew… what to expect. For the good of my nerves. For… for the good of the kingdom.” Drew took your chin in one powerful hand and tilted it up, meeting your eyes with a serious gaze. His voice was a low rough rumble. Like it was hard for him to allow himself to speak.

“I… have always been in awe of your beauty, even from afar. I am sworn to protect you. I would never want to dishonor my Princess. But, if you truly desire… I could ease your fears tonight. Only if you want this.” Your heartbeat quickened and your breath caught in your throat. Holding his gaze, you nodded.

“I want this.”

With that, he bent forward and enveloped your lips in another searing kiss. Your hands went for his chest once again and he chuckled, smoothly unbuckling his belt and laying his weapon aside before helping you undo the laces to his shirt. Clad only his trousers and boots, Drew was… magnificent. There really was no other word. Tanned skin and trails of dark hair rippling over chiseled muscles. You ran your hands across his heated skin, marveling at his physique, wordlessly tracing the dip of his hips. Drew sank down onto the bed and pulled you towards him. Another quiet chuckle graced his face as his big hands encircled your waist, guiding you in between his legs. He leaned his forehead against yours and looked into your eyes. One of his hands rested on the small of your back, while the other began to drift lower, gently caressed your backside through your shift.

“Is this alright?” You closed your eyes and nodded, breathing heavily. They moved lower, and lower. Began to toy with the hem of your shift that rested midway down your thighs. Your breath caught in your throat as you felt his warm fingers begin to slip underneath the fabric. “Is this alright?”, he asked again. This time, you responded by kissing him. Kept kissing him. You wanted, you needed, to be closer to him. Tangling your hands in his long, dark, hair, you let Drew slide his hands up the sides of your body, taking your shift with them and pulling it over your head. You leaned into him, straddling his lap, your bare chests pressed together, heated skin on skin. Settling down, you could feel a straining bulge in his trousers. A wave of heat stirred in your belly. One large hand gently brushed up your side to softly cup your breast. “You are so beautiful,” your knight murmured into the crook of your neck, before trailing kisses all the way down your chest. Rolling one of your nipples in his flushed lips, grazing it ever so slightly with his teeth. His beard tickled against your bare skin. Then in one swift move, he scooped his hands underneath you and spun you around, dropping you delicately on the bed.

Your breath grew shallow and quick as Drew lay you out on your back and knelt over you. Will it happen now? Drew must have noticed your increased anxiety. He kissed you gently, and murmured into your ear. “Don’t worry, Princess. I’m going to help you get ready. If you want me to stop… just tell me. But,” he smirked, “I think you’ll enjoy this part.” He pressed his lips to yours once again, slightly open, hot breath ghosting into your mouth. He peppered more kisses down your jawline, moving smoothly down, sucking and nibbling small love bites into the delicate skin on your collarbones. Drew slid off the edge of the bed and kneeled, curling his broad arms around your hips and sliding you towards him with gentle force. His face was now situated directly between your legs. You looked down at the man nestled between your thighs and felt a wave of embarrassment. You must look so unappealing from this angle. But the Scotsman between your legs didn’t flinch. He pressed a kiss to the inside of your thigh. Just seeing him there, eyes heavy with desire, his massive arms curling around the outside of your legs, fingertips digging into your skin to gently pry hold your knees open… your core quivered. Drew slowly laid a kiss on the inside of your thigh. Such sensitive skin. Another kiss. Another. Oh god, he’s moving closer. The ladies didn’t mention anything like this.

And then you felt his hot breath directly on your sex. Even just him breathing there somehow felt better than you had ever felt touching yourself. When his mouth finally touched you, you let out a moan. Any self conscious thoughts fled your mind, replaced with sheer pleasure as his lips caressed your most sensitive spot. Gentle suction between his lips made shivers of electricity run all through your body. Sucking and licking and stroking. His tongue running softly between your slick folds. Your own fingers couldn't even come close to this. It felt so good. And god, you were starting to ache. Ache in ways you’d never felt before, your body yearning to feel him on the inside. You groaned out loud as his tongue dipped towards your entrance, and his lips curved in a smile. Obligingly, he pressing his tongue just slightly into your hole. Oh, god. That was what you needed. More of that. Tentatively, you rolled your hips towards him and let your legs relax open. He was right. You were enjoying this. Finally rising up and resting his head against your thigh, Drew looked at you with heated eyes. His lips were flushed and his bearded chin was shiny and damp. He spoke in a rough whisper.

“Princess. I’m going to use my fingers now. You tell me if anything hurts.” You nodded, still reeling from how good his mouth had felt. Drew once again dipped between your legs. His rough beard gently scratched your inner thighs as he placed more moist kisses on your sex, his tongue dancing around your entrance before being replaced with one of his fingers. Gingerly slipping it inside of you. It felt.. strange but good. Like your insides were craving to be touched. Slowly, his finger moved in and out, curling, stretching you slightly. Another pressed against your entrance and slid in easily. Like you were made for this. You whimpered as the stretch of a third caused a twinge of pain. Drew gently kissed the crease of your thigh and slowly curled his fingers, massaging you just right and your back arched of its own accord. How could this feel so good? You clenched around them out of sheer need. All thoughts of being proper were gone from your mind.

“Do you want to keep going?” You sat up slightly and nodded with no hesitation. You had never been more sure of anything in your whole life. Drew rose from his kneeling position at the foot of the bed, bulge in his trousers even more prominent than before. He unlaced them and slowly pulled them down until he was standing there, fully naked in front of you. You blushed as you stared. Good lord. How will that ever fit? His cock stood out proudly from his body, long and hard and glistening. Dark hair clustered around the base. He gazed at you laid out on the bed, legs open for him, and one hand began to stroke his thick shaft. “You look amazing, Princess.” His deep voice was heavy with desire. So do you, you wanted to say, but you couldn't form words. Drew climbed onto the bed between your legs. Nestling back on his heels, his muscular thighs were on full display, as was his erect cock. It throbbed against his toned hips. You juices still lingered on his lips, adding a slight tang when he leaned forward and kissed you. Leaning his body ever closer to yours. Apprehension must have shown in your face for he gave a gentle smile. “I’ll go slow. If you want to stop, tell me.”

His strong hands eased your knees up onto either side of him. He took care to give his fingers some extra slick from his mouth before reaching down and slipping them through your warm folds once again. Making sure you were nice and wet. Making sure you were ready. Then he bent down, leaning his forearm next to your face and pressing another warm kiss to your lips as he positioned his cock between your legs. You felt the head nudge ever so slightly against your entrance, sending a shiver through your body, and looked up into the Scotsman’s eyes. He didn’t ask aloud this time. But his eyes told you that he would stop if you asked, that he was here for you, that he wanted to make sure this was your choice. You nodded. Your whole body thrummed with need. Holding your gaze with his, Drew shifted his hips and slowly began to press forward. Oh god. What if it doesn’t fit? He still felt wider than your entrance would allow. But Drew had made you so wet that his cock slid easily into your waiting heat. Gently, slowly, he eased his way inside you. And it felt so good. As much as he had prepared you with his fingers, Drew’s cock stretched you further still, with a twinge of pain but so much pleasure. Your head hung back as a guttural sound escaped your throat. Drew must have felt the same way, as he let out a long exhale, muttering a curse under his breath. He pressed a bit deeper before stopping and allowing you to adjust. You felt so full. His eyes had grown dark with lust and he placed another searing kiss against your lips as he slowly withdrew his cock before thrusting into you once again. Oh god, Drew… He was stretching you so deliciously around his thick cock. Rolling his hips forward and back, in and out, nudging slightly deeper each time, making you his. Your hips tilted on their own, opening up for him. Taking him in to your wet needy heat. Breathing heavily. Drew pumping in and out so slowly, so gently, strong arms on either side of you caging you in, his body pressed against yours. It felt so good. Like nothing you could ever have imagined. You wanted more.

“I… I want you to go deeper,” you half moaned, half panted to the man above you. Drew gave a devilish grin and bucked his hips up into you with more force than before and you could feel his cock driving deeper. Touching you in places you’d never been touched. Your moans and nods telling him it was okay, it felt good, you wanted this. You clenched around him instinctively and he breathed in sharply. On the next thrust, his shaft pressed against something on your walls that felt amazing and you couldn't help but cry out.

“There?” he asked, not slowing his strokes.

“Y-yes, right there, Sir McIntyre, I-”

“Drew.” He growled into your ear. The sheer intensity in his voice made your whole body quiver. He angled his hips slightly and began to pick up speed, pounding into just right. Your legs wrapped around his broad back, bringing him in as close to you as possible.

Drew buried his face in your neck and covered it in kisses, his beard running leaving tiny lovely stings on the sensitive skin. His hands fisted in your hair, grasping it until it hurt but you didn’t care. One of your hands tangled in his own long dark hair as the other scrambled along his back mindlessly, leaning tiny scratches of their own. He was relentless as he continued to pull out and drive back inside you. The sound of skin on skin filling the air, Drew’s hips colliding with yours, balls heavy and slapping against your ass. Hitting you just right over and over again each time until you felt your pleasure coming to a peak deep in your belly, your walls starting to clench on his cock of their own accord.

“Drew I- I- oh, God…!”, words failed as you spasmed around his cock. Electricity flooded your veins and your body clenched, every nerve buzzing with pleasure. Drew let out a drawn out groan as his thrusting slowed, wet heat seeping from the tip of his cock so deep inside your belly. You were seeing stars. A long moaning whine escaped from your throat as you came down from your high, panting, blood pounding in your ears. He gave a few more lazy thrusts before withdrawing himself, leaving you feeling so empty after being stuffed full. You were both panting. He rolled off of you onto his side and left one broad arm draped across your heaving chest.

“Well, Princess,” he asked after you had both caught your breath, “Did you enjoy that?”

“I didn’t know I could feel that good.” Another of his low chuckles. Good lord, his dimples. Now there’s a sight I wouldn’t mind waking up to.

“Aye, as it should be. Get some rest,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple before rising to pull his trousers back on. “I ought to head back to my post. And, Princess,” He added before he turned to leave, “if you can handle me… you'll be ready for Rollins.” The mention of your husband-to-be barely registered. You only cared about the fact that Drew was about to leave. You wanted to protest, make him stay here with you, fall asleep nestled against his broad chest with a pair of strong arms wrapped tight around you… But you knew how it would look. You’d been improper enough tonight. Right now, sleep was calling.You sighed and fell back against the silk pillows, body still thrumming with the aftershock of your orgasm, tiny shivers running through your veins. Drew cast one last look at you as he turned to exit the room, watching you lazily drift into velvet sleep. He didn’t say anything. But his eyes, usually so stormy, were calm water on a cloudy day. He smiled, showing a hint of his dimples. Then he closed the door.

You slept like a babe that night after all.

#THANKS OK GOODNIGHT #drew mcintyre #drew McIntyre fanfic #drew McIntyre fic #wwe #wwe fanfic #wwe smut #drew galloway #my writing #writing #fanfic #fUCK I tried you guys

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ao3feed-saintseiya · 5 years ago

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Hangout for all fandoms!!

AO3: https://ift.tt/2VJy9YY

by Marvelous_Stark

Just a place for everyone of every random to hang out and talk about their ships and anything they'd like! :)

This is probably a complete waste of my time, to be honest. Facebook is a thing too lol.

You can comment links to works you've made, or ones you enjoy! Honestly post anything but hate.

Have fun, make friends, and please no arguing 😓

Words: 12, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi, Other

Characters: I'll add more soon - Character

Relationships: I'll add more soon

Additional Tags: I'll add more soon - Freeform

AO3: https://ift.tt/2VJy9YY

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #saint seiya #los caballeros del zodiaco #Hangout for all fandoms!!

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ao3feed-themanfromunclemovie · 5 years ago

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Hangout for all fandoms!!

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3f1Io2o

by Marvelous_Stark

Just a place for everyone of every random to hang out and talk about their ships and anything they'd like! :)

This is probably a complete waste of my time, to be honest. Facebook is a thing too lol.

You can comment links to works you've made, or ones you enjoy! Honestly post anything but hate.

Have fun, make friends, and please no arguing 😓

Words: 12, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi, Other

Characters: I'll add more soon - Character

Relationships: I'll add more soon

Additional Tags: I'll add more soon - Freeform

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3f1Io2o

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #tmfu #the man from uncle

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higuchimon · 5 years ago

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7, 18 for the end-of-the-year ask meme please?

07: longest completed fic you wrote this year: For fics I started & finished this year, it's Embrace of Fate, clocking in at 24,724. For fics I finished this year but started in 2018, it's Rebirth of Kaiser, clocking in at 61,940.

18: current number of wips: you asked for all my fandoms, so here we go! Like yesterday, I divided into fics I have actual words written on and fics that I will be rewriting, regardless of if I've ever posted them or not.

I've divided them according to fandom, for easier listing. First up, fics with actual words written.

Digimon Adventure 02 tri

Chains of the Past: Ken, Death Rosemon (OC): 12,377/75,000

Chaos In The Family: Jun, Momoe, Daisuke, Ken: 1,136/15,833

Far From The Tree: Devil's Daughter: Sora, Devimon, Hoshimon (OC): 15,179/79,372

Illness: Ken x Daisuke: 1,264/10,000

Key To A Bad Bargain: Ken x Daisuke, Piemon, Hikari: 1,063/90,000

Monochromon Never Forgets: Digimon Kaiser, Daisuke: 1,347/18,000

Nowhere Like Home: Chosen Children, Digimon Kaiser: 1,016/93,000

Only One Answer: Digimon Kaiser, Daisuke: 3,597/45,000

Path Less Travelled: Digimon Kaiser, Daisuke: 8,212/177,620

Services Rendered: Paying The Price: Digimon Kaiser Ken x Daisuke: 1,324/18,000

Memories and Meaning: Perils of Being Early: Digimon Kaiser, Daisuke: 4,284/45,000

Shadowfall: Let The Darkness In: Dark Masters, Chosen Children: 1,301/200,000

Thicker Than Water: Dark Masters, Chosen Children: 3,607/237,600

Heart of Demon, Soul of Angel: To Fall & To Fly: Taichi x Yamato: 785/42,484

What's Mine Is Mine: Digimon Kaiser Ken x Daisuke: 10,800/18,000

Digimon Tamers

Iceheart: Ruki, Takato, OC: 9,444/56,840

Risk of Death: Ryou, Ruki, Osamu: 8,125/42,484

Digimon Frontier

Shadow Sorrow: Kouji, Kouichi: 5,262/38,274

Storm Spirit: Junpei x Izumi: 1,277/42,484

Thunderstruck: Junpei, Kouichi: 6,387/32,589

Digimon Xros Wars

Hunting The Great Game: Tamed Flames: Kiriha, DarkKnightmon: 3,359/90,000

YGO DM

Attraction To Blonds: Jounouchi x Malik: 2,033/50,000

Smoothing The Road: Seto x Yuugi: 1,584/22,500

YGO Zexal

Bad Company: Vector x Mizael: 7,867/45,000

Beyond All Beauty: Mizael, Kaito: 3,501/45,000

Gifts That Give Themselves: Mizael x Kaito x Chris: 5,084/54,321

In A Tower Room: Vector, Yuuma: 10,888/125,000

Inappropriate Places: Vector x Mizael: 2,529/9,539

Sweet: Durbe x Chris: 1,148/45,000

YGO Arc-V

Another Swing of the Pendelum: Yuuya, Yuuto, Yuugo, Yuuri, Yuzu, Ruri, Rin, Selena: 2,090/32,589

Bloodfire: Shun, Yuuri: 2,082/45,000

Daughter of the Sea: Rin x Ruri: 2,192/45,000

Introduction To Danger: Kaito x Shun: 1,420/90,000

Kept In Shadows: Shun, Yuuri: 18,246/120,000

Kinblood: Asuka x Selena: 1,734/45,000

Brothers & Boyfriends: Not Anything But Everything: Yuuya x Yuuto: 2,687/38,274

Plant Problems: Yuuri x Yuugo: 2,056/18,000

Shirt For A Bird: Yuuri, Shun: 7,822/45,000

Warrior, Prey, Prisoner: Yuuri, Shun: 314/45,000

Wounded Wings: Asuka x Akane: 1,528/18,000

YGO VRAINS

Hugs of Yuusaku: Yuusaki x Ai: 2,361/18,000

Intrafandom Crossovers: YGO

Love Lessons: Fubuki x Otogi: 10,177/45,000

Winter's Cold Kiss: Vector x Mizael: 2,007/18,000

Interfandom Crossovers

Alliance of Fear: Ken x Daisuke, Yubel x Juudai x Johan: 8,224/60,000

What You See Is What You Get: Taiju x Nanao: 2,422/43,200

Love Is Out Of This Digital World: A Digital Mess: Digimon Kaiser, Daisuke, Caerula Adamas, Battle Lovers: 4,705/45,000

Vanity's Risks: Akoya, Ranamon: 613/52,000

BKCBL BKCHK

Love Is A Melody: Kinshiro x Atsushi: 351/45,000

No Price Too High: Ryuu x Akoya: 1,029/18,000

Power Rangers

Azure Aquamarine: Tommy x Billy: 2,216/90,000

Melodyweaver: Divatox, Scorpina, Rangers: 3,640/45,000

Unexpected Tales: Hot: Emily x Jason: 1,023/30,000

Unexpected Tales: Sound of Waves: Tanya x Adam: 1,546/30,000

Yellow & Blue: Nature of Fear: Trini x Billy: 2,809/45,000

And now, rewrites:

Digimon Adventure 02 tri

Adulthood Issues: Ken x Daisuke, Sora: 0/200,000

All The World's a Stage: Chosen Children, Dark Masters: 0/200,000

Blossoms of Death: Change: Miyako, Daisuke: 0/18,000

Broken Wings: Ken x Daisuke: 0/400,000

Colors of the Heart: Mimi x Miyako: 0/90,000

Consort: Ken x Daisuke: 0/45,000

Crestfallen: Taichi, Daisuke: 0/90,000

Cure For The Common Cold: Taichi, Takeru: 0/18,000

Etemon's Envy: Mimi, Yamato, Etemon: 0/60,000

Fist of Velvet, Glove of Steel: Taichi x Yamato, Ken x Dasiuke: 150,000

God Granted: Piemon x Takeru: 0/45,000

Heart's Desire: Jun, Wizarmon, Ken, Daisuke: 0/90,000

Just A Suggestion: Ken x Daisuke: 0/45,000

Last Dark Master: Not His Word: Yamato, Piemon: 0/90,000

Layers of Deception: Vamdemon, Daisuke: 0/150,000

Leader Loss: Taichi, Yamato, Vamdemon: 0/90,000

Moonwhispers: Sora x Hikari: 0/100,000

Price of Triumph: Sidesteps: Digimon Kaiser, Daisuke: 0/180,000

Price To Be Paid: Jun x Osamu: 0/9,000

Soulcall: Correct Mistakes: Ken x Daisuke: 0/120,000

Soulcall: Giving Chase: Hikari x Miyako: 0/80,000

Soulcall: Seven Strange Days: Jun x Momoe: 0/50,000

Summons of the Dark Side: Taichi x Yamato, Digimon Kaiser x Daisuke: 120,000

Tangled Emotions: Mimi x Sora: 300,000

To True Love: Moments Without You: Taichi x Yamato: 120,000

To True Love: Subtle Clues: Taichi x Yamato: 120,000

To True Love: Fragile Kisses: Taichi x Yamato: 120,000

Two Days Off: Ken x Daisuke: 0/45,000

Two Made One: Sora x Miyako: 0/45,000

Digimon Tamers

Crystal of Nightmares: Tamers, OCs: 0/120,000

Hunting The Hunter: Ruki x Renamon: 0/120,000

Digimon Frontier

Assistance Needed: Kouji, Izumi: 0/18,000

Eyes of Light: Kouji, Kouichi: 0/200,000

Tales of wind & Water: Sealing The Beast: Izumi, Ranamon: 0/90,000

Godslave: Lucemon x Kouji: 0/150,000

Treasure Hunt of Terror: Takuya, Kouji: 0/90,000

YGO DM

Of The Heart: Mai x Isis: 0/150,000

YGO Zexal

Keys To The Tower: Durbe x Chris: 0/200,000

Long Lost Friends: Alit, Mizael: 0/45,000

Offering: Durbe x Chris: 0/90,000

YGO Arc-V

Payment: Yuuri x Shun: 0/90,000

Torments of Kurosaki Shun: Prey & Hunters: 0/50,000

Soul of the Gem: Masumi x Yuzu: 0/90,000

Way Too Easy: Yuuya x Yuuto x Yuugo x Yuuri: 0/400,000

YGO VRAINS

Son of Trees: Spectre, Earth, Go: 0/56,840

Intrafandom Crossovers: YGO

Shards and Sunlight: Asuka x Mizuchi: 0/90,000

Interfandom Crossovers

Rage, Revenge, & Reprisals: Lucemon, Black Mist, Chosen Children: 0/240,000

Ties to Magic: Dragon Wings & Demon Hearts: Yubel x Juudai, Ruki x Renamon: 0/90,000

Ties To Magic: Bond To Angel, Bond To Demon: Piemon x Yuusuke, Taichi x Yamato, Ken x Daisuke: 0/180,000

Touched By The Moon: Kat Hillard, Selena: 0/240,000

BKCBL BKCHK

Targeting A Cold Heart: Io x Ryuu x Akoya: 0/90,000

Power Rangers

Emotional Damage: Kat x Tommy: 0/75,000

#higuchimon answers #digidestinedninjaofsunshine #power rangers #digimon adventure 02 #digimon tamers #digimon xros wars #digimon frontier #ygo dm #ygo zexal #ygo arc v #ygo vrains #crossovers #binan koukou chikyuu bouei bu love!#binan koukou chikyuu happy kiss

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