#will elaborate later 😈

[turnonyrlovelight]

walks in

they reused the st helen of the blessed shroud seal for the orphans at the annunciation hospital

[a-regular-amount-of-spiders]

Could I get a spit kink fic w Timmy and reader 😈🙏🙏

Well well, as promised, first come first serve! (Though I’m still down to write more TBH

Hope this is what you wanted! I’ve never written spit kink before so I did my best ☺️

Ofc, 18+!!

I wrote two, one for sub and one for dom.

Sub Tim:

When Tim had come to you, asking to try something new, you’d honestly been expecting something more elaborate. For the king of over-thinking he was shockingly easy to take apart though, so perhaps you shouldn’t have been surprised.

His thin arms, deceptively delicate looking for all the strength they hid, were stretched high above his head as he trembled faintly under you. He keens when you lick up the side of his throat, leaving wet kisses as you make your way back down. You briefly pause to pay his pretty, flushed chest some attention, gently lapping at sensitive buds. Your eyes flick up to watch him struggle to keep his hands where he was told to. Hazy blue eyes meet yours, and he whimpers your name. You wrap a hand around him, just to see him gasp and keen as you swipe your thumb across the drooling head of his cock.

Your other hand drifted up to his jaw, firm press of your thumb on his plush lower lip to keep his mouth open wide enough for you to spit in it. Watching him take it, swallow what you gave like a grateful little slut, was much more gratifying than you’d expected. All it took to have him spilling over your hand was telling him exactly that.

Dom Tim:

So, mid-fuck was perhaps not the best time to drop this on your boyfriend. Tim wasn’t ever a huge fan of surprises, always thinking too much about every little thing you said. However, as you’d say in your defense afterwards, it was entirely his fault you were a thoughtless mewling mess with no filter whatsoever. You were three orgasms deep and he’d been buried to the hilt for what felt like hours (no matter how he insisted it was less than a minute).

All this to say, when he rolled his hips, hitting your sweet spot perfectly like he did every fucking time since he’d figured out where it was, and leaned down to whisper “if you want something sweetheart, you’ll have to beg for it”

Well. You’d begged him to please, please spit in your mouth. You’d thought about it for so long, but we’re always too scared to ask. In that moment you could fathom why you hadn’t done so months ago. Until he froze, and you cracked open pleasure clouded eyes to see wide, gorgeous blue. Completely shocked.

Later, you’d be pretty proud of yourself. Tim was hard to get the drop on, in the moment however? You started apologizing.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean-“ you started babbling, but he just snapped his hips forward, hand on your neck, squeezing briefly before shifting his thumb to stroke your jaw.

“Shut up” he growled, voice thrumming deeper than usual as he fucked into you hard and fast. You could swear you felt it reverberate through your entire body.

You started, open mouthed, and he grabbed your jaw with an iron grip, pressing in on the hinge till your mouth opened wide enough to suit him.

He spit in your mouth, letting go to tap your chin, looking down on you with a demeaningly impassive gaze.

“Go on then, be good and swallow for me.” He was back in control, shock completely overcome. You swallowed, for him and he grinned, sharp and dangerous.

“Good. Now, beg for it this time, nice and pretty for me.”

A/n: Feel free to hit my ask box again if you want a continuation, or if you’d like a different focus!

[oceansssblue]

Perhaps, tech and cross being twins ,,,, chaos vibes.

Perhaps tbb twins and the domino twins getting into trouble together

Mmm... Fun little idea sparkling! ✨😈

Xx, Blue.

PS. Still acepting xmas clone reqs!

"CHAOS COMES IN PAIRS"

– NO ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIP.

– FEATURING: TECH, CROSSHAIR, FIVES, ECHO. 💖

WARNINGS: CROSSHAIR CURSES A LOT. TINY PHYSICAL (PLAYFULL) FIGHT.

"I've found another set" Fives proudly proclaims, stepping into the empty office his brother had chosen to hide in in order to study his eleventh manual of the month without anyone interrupting him.

Too bad; Fives is a man on a quest.

"A set of what?" Echo asks, glancing up at him over his datapad with a suspicious look on his face.

He knows his brother well enough by now to guess Fives is planning something; and he's looking for a partner in crime. No matter how ridiculous his ideas are, Echo has the strange tendency to tag along. Fives has mastered the art of convincing him.

"Another set of twins, brother of mine" Fives almost sings, an excited grin on his lips. "And right in time for Life Day".

Echo chuckles; eyes shinning in recognition. They have a little tradition, him and Fives; each year, on Life Day, they try to prank another set of clone twins. It had started as a silly joke when they were children; with Echo mumbling twins weren't even a rarity in Kamino anymore and a mischiveous Fives trying to cheer him up and stating that at least they should try to make sure they were the coolest and best known ones. It had moved towards a small plan to mess with other twins from time to time –just innocent playfull games, nothing major– and spiraled from there. Nowadays, Fives and Echo's almost eternal twin rivalry was a known funny story in the GAR.

"What company are they in?" Echo asks with interest, for once abandoning his reading and paying undivided atention to Fives.

The clone grins as if he had been waiting for this specific question all the time.

"They're not even on one" he corrects. "Have you ever heard of the bad batch?"

Echo frowns in confusion; trying to figure out where had he heard that before, why it sounded so familiar. Then an image pops in his head; and Echo's eyes widen in surprise.

"They are twins?" He asks in disbelief. "But they're so different!"

Fives laughs.

"Well, it's not obviously "long hair" and the big guy, but the other two... It's just haircut, tattoos and googles, really".

Echo snorts. Fives continues with his monologue.

"Personality and attitude changes one's physique so much, vod'ika. That's why I'm the handsome twin".

Echo rolls his eyes. He turns on his datapad and slumps down on the chair again.

"Alright, Fives. The smart, realistic twin will come get you when he comes up with a plan of action" he deadpans, sarcasm heavy in his tongue.

Fives has to have the last word. After all, he is the annoying one...

"Ah, Echo, you're gonna' make me blush".

"This is fucking discusting" Crosshair hisses, an angry, irritated expresion perked on his face, dragging his feet inside the Batch's barraks.

"For once I find your words completely accurate" Tech agrees, following him.

They're both covered in some sort of red slime. They had been attempting to give a fresh layer of paint to their armours; but someone had replaced the red paint for a stickier substance, and it had been impossible to get rid of it. It somehow stuck to the skin; a viscous, unpleasant feeling they couldn't wait to take off.

Crosshair was the first to jump on the shower.

"What karking material is even this? And who the fuck waisted their time to pull this on us?"

Tech hums while methodically folding his clothes into a pile.

"I suspect this substance is a mix of Naboo's Faera's flower pollen and the usual starch and glue they often use in children's toys" he explains, hopping in his own shower as well. "As for the later... I have two solid main suspects, but I shall slice into Kamino's security system to confirm it".

Crosshair asks him to elaborate and then just listens. Tech jumps into a long argument based on his proofs, knowledge and deductions; and when he finishes, there's a weird smile perched on his face. Crosshair doesn't think he's ever seen that expresion on him; wasn't even aware his face could do that.

"The fuck are you smiling for?" the gray-haired clone snaps.

Tech ignores his sharp tone and suggests "we could always prank them back".

Cross is shocked into silence, not expecting this need for childish revenge to come from his mature, level-headed brother; but he can see a dangerous glint in Tech's eyes through his yellow googles, and the idea sparks excitement in the snipers heart.

"I think it's time for you to show off your brain game, Tech" Crosshair smirks. "This Echo and Fives won't even know what hit them".

Tech dries his body with a towel and quickly slip into his nightglove.

"I'll have a plan by tomorrow".

Crosshair rests in his bunk that night with a satisfied smile on his face. "Fuck those regs" he thinks, right before falling asleep.

Tech hacks into the 501st barraks and unlocks the door for Crosshair; and the sniper uses his quiet stealth to move through the bunks and cuddle piles without being discovered –and in a room full of soldiers, that's saying something–. He carefully places the small stickers on each of the regs' foreheads with a similar haircut to Fives and Echo; replicating the first's only distintive tattoo on everyone else.

When the troopers wake up the next day and start to interact with each other, inmediately mistaking others for Fives a million times –a confused, lost expresion on their faces– Tech and Crosshair are laughing their asses off watching the scene from the safety of their barraks.

"Oh, that was great".

In the screen of their datapad, the real Fives bursts into laughter. The trooper turns to the other Domino; and grins happily.

"Seems like we've got competition this year, vod'ika. We've got work to do".

As always happens with this kind of things, the pranks escalate. In the few days prior to Life Day, the two set of twins find dozens of ways to mess with each other; from hair dye –Fives thinks Crosshair looks fabulous in pink– , to stealing armour –Echo almost suffers a heart attack at that–, and fashionably decorating each others barraks. A bet starts going around; of which pair would pull the last prank before kaminoans force them to stop the circus.

On Life Day, the bad batch twins arrive to the mess hall covered in multicolor glitter –a half irritated, half resigned expresion on their face–; and the Dominos are estatic to see them. Echo is the one who planned this, and Fives executioned it perfectly. Glitter is one of the most annoying things to try to get rid off; and it quickly spreads everywhere.

"Looks like we've got two new shinies joining us for breakfeast today!" Fives shouts, grinning wildly, further teasing them.

Echo has a smug smile on his face as well. Troopers around them snort and laugh in amusement.

"I'm going to kill him" Crosshair hisses, and to be honest, not even Tech feels the need to stop him.

Crosshair tackles Fives to the floor; the reg making a surprised sound before laughing and blocking his puch, twisting the two of them around. Tech inmediately jumps to help his twin, trying to inmovilize the clone from his back; though Echo is quick to intercept him and join the fight.

A small circle forms inmediately around them; new bets being made while everyone cheer for their favorites. They aim for the other twins to get inmovilized and forced to surrender more than to make each other bleed. This is nothing but common clone traditions; playfull fighting.

It's only when the trainers separate them that they're able to properly see the state the four troopers are in; covered in glitter from head to toes, panting slightly. Upon identifying the Dominos, the trainers roll their eyes, walking away; all but one of them, who shoot the four clones a disaproving, annoyed glance.

"Get rid of this new fashion choice" he snaps, glancing at the glitter on Crosshair's hair. "And make sure this is all cleaned up for when I come back. You're all on cleaning duty for a month".

The silver haired clone shoots him an irritated side eye; but they all take the punishment in stride.

When the trainer leaves, Fives turns towards the Batch twins.

"Good prank war, vods" he offers with a satisfied smile.

Crosshair looks them up and down.

"Not to bad for some regs" he condeeds.

Fives draps an arm over Echo's shoulders. They're both sporting matching grins.

"We're the best of 'em. We'll be ARC's in no time".

For the present being, they would enjoy Life Day.

THE END.

[whatitshouldvebeen]

Hii! I feel like I’ve been loving angst and smut all being put in one fanfic as of recently, so I thought about heartbreaker Johnny because we all know he’s not the most loyal man 🌚 so I was wondering if like it could be the sort of where the reader was basically taken by the slaughter family and instead of killing her they kept her as bate for more victims like she’s very attractive and they use her whenever they go out to hunt, (I hope that makes sense but I figured that would prob be the only reason they kept someone alive 😭) but ok so one day basically she and sissy are sitting on the couch watching Tv in their free time , and Johnny walks into the house with yet another girl, like the 3rd girl of the week, and like the reader rolls her eyes and sighs a little too loud out of jealousy and I guess Johnny notices, so later on he like teases her about it and she pretends to hate him when in reality he was one of the things she looked forward to when they first kept her alive, so they kind of like hate fuck? Or jealousy fuck idk, but she ends up riding him at some point,

(also I’m sorry this is so long, I had this whole long elaborate idea in my head 😭)

I finished 😈

Johnny Slaughter x reader

MINORS DNI this is fairly fucked up please spare yourselves

Contains: abuse, angst, blood, degradation, humiliation, knifeplay, mentions of self-harm, implied cannibalism, jealousy, fingering, hate-fucking, and breeding

(Sorry for double spacing, I still don't know how to format on mobile)

Eight months ago, Johnny Slaughter brought you home for dinner. 

Well, he brought you after a full night of fucking you out of your senses in a seedy hotel room. And it was thanks to your chemistry with him that—when he made clear that you were to be the family's next meal—you were able to talk your way out of it. 

"Johnny, you don't have to kill me," you pleaded.

"Well I can't let you go, doll," he said, looking down at you with a predatory gaze. You were in the gruesome basement with the scent of death flooding your nostrils, but nothing felt so visceral as the blade of his Bowie knife at your neck, one wrist flick from ending your life. 

"You don't have to. I can help you." 

He barked a laugh. "Yeah? How so?"

You'd swallowed hard, then placed your hands on his firm chest. He'd raised an eyebrow but didn't pull away. "I'll do what you did to me: lure people back to the house. I'll bring in five times my weight in the first month, I swear."

"You do have a certain," Johnny's eyes flicked down to your breasts, "charm. But how can I trust you?"

"Come with me. If you see me doing anything against you, you can claim to be my caretaker. Say I'm mentally unwell."

"How exactly are people gonna believe me if I say that?" He asked, his head cocked. 

You held out your arm somberly, self-harm scars littering your wrists. "It won't take much convincing, Johnny."

Rather than the usual looks you received when people noticed your scars, Johnny's face lit up. 

"You like the pain, huh?" He'd said in a low tone. 

"Proves I'm still alive, doesn't it?" You responded, a strange sort of calm flooding you at his reaction. You tried to lower your wrist, but Johnny caught it with his free hand. 

He removed the blade from your neck, then brought it to your wrist, making a quick, shallow cut. He then brought the blade to his wrist and made an identical cut. Finally, he brought his wrist to yours and pressed the cuts together, mingling your blood with his.

"Blood oath. If you break my trust, I'll know."

You nodded, adrenaline lighting up every inch of your body, especially the cut.

"Oh, and," his eyes narrowed, and he reached a gloved hand down, cupping you through your shorts, "this pussy is mine. If I hear you slept with another man, I'll kill you both myself."

Once again, you nodded, and watched entranced as he brought your wrist to his lips and licked it, humming contentedly at the back of his throat. 

"Let's see how long you can last, sugar."

—

Now, you and Sissy sat on the couch, watching the only TV channel available when Johnny kicked the front door open. He had a screaming young woman thrown over his shoulder, pounding his back with her fists.

Johnny locked eyes with you, wearing that same predatory smile he often had. Ever since you'd shown an aptitude for luring people back home for slaughter, you and Johnny had become quite competitive. It didn't take long for him to recognize that you had fully assimilated into the family, and he'd allowed you to hunt on your own.

This month, Johnny had been far more successful than you – three kills to your zero. His cockiness was becoming unbearable, and that smug look on his face stirred up a now-familiar ache in your gut.

You let out a sigh, rolling your eyes and crossing your arms as you turned away from Johnny, sinking deeper into the couch. Sissy looked at you and shook her head as Johnny slammed the door to the basement behind him.

"How you feelin', girly?" Sissy asked, patting your forearm.

You shrugged. "I don't like it when he does better than I do at bringing people home."

Sissy stroked your arm as she leaned closer. "Hon, I don't think that's your problem." She smiled, revealing her tooth gap as she caught your eye. "You wishin' Johnny was the type to settle down, hm?"

Your eyes widened, and you shook your head. "No!" You responded a little too quickly. "I just... I wish he wouldn't sleep with them," you added in a low whisper.

"Well, don't you sleep with those guys you bring home sometimes?" Sissy asked with genuine curiosity.

"No, I..." The oath you made to Johnny flashed in your mind. "I don't."

Sissy giggled. "I'll get grandpa to bed and take Bubba out tonight. Sounds like you and Johnny need to talk."

–

You remained on the couch until the door to the basement clanged open. Johnny had been down there for a while, and by this point, your jealousy had you seeing red. You stood up from the couch and turned to face Johnny in the narrow hallway by the stairs. He wiped his blade off on his bloody shirt and locked eyes with you.

"We need to talk."

"Yeah, you haven't been pullin' nearly as many people as I have. Losin' your touch, sugar?" He taunted, leaning against the staircase and toying with his knife.

You put your hands on your hips. "Some months I got more than you did!"

"Yeah, like that month you brought in those slimy truckers. I couldn't even stomach their rancid, fatty meat." He spat in the corner by the door. "But it figures. You have lower standards than I do."

"'Cause I'm not sleeping with them!" You yelled, your fists trembling at your side.

Johnny's smile grew so wide it reminded you of a great white shark.

"Jealous?" He purred.

Your face heated, and you sputtered. "No, I fucking hate your guts, you piece of shit! Why would I be jealous?"

He pushed off the staircase and approached you slowly, a dangerous sway to his step.

"Needin' some attention? Has mean ole Johnny been denying you?" His tone was sickeningly sweet as he stopped in front of you, making your rage feel small and insignificant in his overwhelming presence.

It was true. When you were first brought home, Johnny had fucked you and only you daily for two straight months. He was the only thing you ever looked forward to in this hellhole, but in the last few months, Johnny had been using you less and less.

And you couldn't deny the anger that swirled in your gut whenever he brought a girl home. You knew how he was; you remembered how he'd hooked you that first night, and some of those girls he brought home had that same cock-drunk look in their eyes, some even willingly descending into the basement before realizing their fate.

It ate you up inside. Johnny had sworn you to him, but he took whoever he pleased, and the jealousy was making you more irritable than usual. You probably would have brought at least two men home this past month if it weren't for your overly-aggressive demeanor scaring them off.

But you couldn't help yourself. When you got horny, you were straightforward about it. Johnny had gotten you used to being with him, and without him to satisfy your urges, you were becoming more unhinged.

So now that Johnny was inches from you, admitting he was neglecting your needs with that cocky grin on his face, you couldn't believe the surge of desire that coursed through you. You hated how your body reacted, despised the urge to close the gap between your bodies, and grab him by his slicked-back hair, mashing your lips onto his. Damn it.

Johnny leaned even closer, whispering against your ear. "I can smell your cunt, you little slut."

Your face flushed deep red, and you pushed Johnny away as hard as you could. He took two staggered steps back, which gave you an odd sense of satisfaction.

That was until his predatory eyes narrowed, sending a shiver down your spine. He closed the distance between you two in one stride and crashed his lips against yours. You stumbled against the wall, cracking the drywall under the force of his kiss. Johnny couldn't care less.

His hands found your shorts, practically tearing them off your body to plunge his thick fingers into your needy core. You gasped and blushed harder as you heard the sound of your wetness squelching around his digits.

"You fucking brat," he growled low in his throat, biting your lip. You whimpered in response as he withdrew from you, bringing his fingers to your lips. You parted them, sucking yourself off him greedily, your eyelids fluttering shut.

When he removed his fingers, he harshly grabbed your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes. "You've been a real bitch lately. Are you in heat or something?" He asked mockingly.

"Shut up, Johnny," you panted.

He ignored you entirely, turning your chin from side to side. "You need fucked, don't cha?" A slow grin formed on his handsome face. "Beg me for it."

Blood flooded to your core at his words, but you tore your chin from his grip. The words 'I'd rather die' welled up in your throat, but you realized Johnny might take you up on that offer, so instead, you glared at him.

"I'm waiting, darlin'," he drawled.

Your eyes unwillingly traversed his body, and you thought about how good that muscular form under his bloodied clothes felt against you. The thirst was truly getting to you, and he looked like a tall glass of red-tinted water.

Shame flooded you, and you squeezed your eyes shut. "Please, Johnny," you mumbled.

"What's that, doll? Please, what?" He asked, looking entirely too satisfied with himself.

You gave him a spiteful look, hoping that your hate might set him on fire. "Please, fuck me," you said through gritted teeth.

"Ahh, there's my little kitten. You'll need to do something for me first, though," he said.

"Oh, come on!" You spat. "What could you need from me that you don't already get from your sluts? I'm the one who isn't getting any!"

Johnny couldn't have looked more pleased. "Jealous AND possessive. How pathetic."

Your anger grew white-hot, and you slapped him. Hard.

The instant your hand made contact with his chiseled jaw, you knew you'd made a grave mistake. His eyes narrowed to slits, and he slammed you against the wall by the throat. You felt his blade against your collarbone, digging in, rivulets of blood rapidly staining your shirt.

"I'm sorry!" You squeaked out from between already-bruised lips, memories of the first time you'd begged for your life flooding your senses. He tightened his grip.

"Remember who you owe your life to, dollface," he snarled, pressing the knife deeper. "I like that bitchy mouth of yours, but if you ever try to hit me again, I'll end you. Understand?"

You nodded as tears ran down your cheeks, unable to muster more than the tiniest of breaths. Yet, even as your life balanced on a knife's edge, your desire dripped down your thighs.

Johnny loved a fight, but when he fought, he always had to win. In Johnny's mind, the only true victory was taking his opponent's life. His demand meant he didn't want to kill you, you realized. He was holding himself back because... some part of him wanted you around.

Johnny's eyes moved from yours to your cheeks where tears formed salty streams that raced down to your chin, slipping down your neck and pooling against his grip.

You always knew Johnny loved tears; be they from fear or ecstasy. As light began to prick at the corners of your vision, you wondered if you'd pushed him too far.

All at once, he released you, and you fell to your knees, choking on air.

"Suck my fucking cock," he commanded. He gave you next to no time to recover before his thick length was in your face, stiff and upward-curved. 

Your throat was already aching, and you could barely breathe, but you complied, taking his flushed tip into your warm mouth. 

His cock was salty and musky, and your envy flared. Johnny was never yours, was never going to be yours, but you had grown to crave him, and the fact you were likely tasting another woman on his cock made you livid. 

There was no woman in the world who wanted to please him more than you did, and you were going to show him that he needed you at least half as badly as you needed him. 

You poured all your hate, anger, and devotion to him into sucking his cock. Johnny was a narcissist through and through, and for some fucking reason, you reveled in it. The higher you put him, the higher he brought you with him, and the harder you fell when he spurned you. 

Tears continued to pour down your cheeks as you forced yourself to deep-throat all of him. He let out a delicious groan. "Fuck yeah baby, take it!"

You gagged and sputtered, saliva gushing from your lips when he grabbed the sides of your head and pulled you as far as you possibly could go. He held you there, choking on spit and pre-cum, until you couldn't take it anymore and pushed off his muscular thighs, stumbling backward onto your ass.

Johnny took this as an open invitation. He knelt down in front of you and grabbed your knees, pushing them apart and slotting himself between them. 

"You need this cock, don't you?" He said, using one hand to tease your clit with the slick head. 

"I need it," you respond, your voice raspy.

Johnny grinned wickedly before he plunged into you, making your back arch off the floor and your legs tremble. 

"Knew you were too proud to ask me on your own," he said as he gripped your hair and thrust so deeply into you that you saw stars, "so I wanted to see how long you could hold out. After all, it ain't like I wasn't getting any."

Jealousy bubbled up yet again from your core, and turned those stars in your eyes green. You needed him to know those sluts had nothing on you. They weren't form-fitted to his cock, they weren't so rabidly in… 

Your mind drew a blank. In love?

No! You hate Johnny. He's your captor.  Your judge, jury, and executioner. 

You love him?

You really were pathetic. Tears bloomed in your eyes again, and as Johnny sunk his teeth into your already-bleeding collarbone, you sobbed out loud.

He ground his hips against yours, his cock completely filling you. "There's my girl," he rumbled against your bloody skin. You practically melted. His girl. His. But he wasn't yours. Even though the two of you were clearly sexually compatible, and you couldn't do much more in his personal life for him than you already were, he still remained out of reach.

Then, it hit you. 

"Cum inside me, Johnny," you begged.

His harsh thrusts slowed. "What?" He pulled back and looked down at your tear-swollen eyes gazing back up at him so desperately. "You're joking."

You shook your head.

"Then you're a fucking idiot," he muttered, returning his attention to your neck and rocking his hips so that you felt him at every angle. 

"No, I'm not!" You protested, and you felt his smirk against your neck before he gripped your hips and pulled you closer. 

"You are, but I'll humor you. Why?" 

He wasn't moving, he was just holding you impossibly close, planting small, bruising bites up and down your neck. You felt every inch of him viscerally, and lust clouded your mind as you struggled to articulate your thoughts. 

"I- I want-" you moaned, writhing in his grasp. 

"Speak up, sugar," he chided, digging his fingernails into your hips.

Fuck. Your vision was spinning, and you let your head fall back and hit the hardwood floor. Johnny didn't allow you to rest long; he took one powerful hand and gripped the back of your hair, pulling you to face him. 

"I already know, so why don't ya just admit it?" He whispered, his lips inches from yours. 

Your eyelids fluttered shut, and you squeezed your thighs around his hips. "I want your baby, alright?" You admitted, humiliation mixing ice with the fire in your core. 

"Honey, there've been more women than you who've wanted that. What makes you think you're so special?"

Shame and desire in equal measure painted your cheeks, but you finally knew what to say. 

"I'm the only one you kept." 

He hummed against your pulse point. "You already kinda act like a mama; cleaning the house and makin' my favorites for dinner." Johnny's lips, which had traced a path along your neck, paused for a moment. He lifted his head slightly, his dark eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your heart race. "But I thought you hated me."

"Hate you so much it reached the end and flipped to the other side, I guess," you conceded.

Johnny rewarded you by slowly resuming his thrusts, giving you the cock you craved so primally. "I hate you too, baby. I hate how every damn thing you do drives me crazy, how you make me lose control then force me to keep you safe from me." 

He leaned close, fire burning in his gaze. "I hate that I can't kill you 'cause I can't imagine my life without you in it." 

In that moment, as your lips met again, it was a collision of contradictions—the fierce passion that had grown in the midst of hate and chaos.

Johnny was on a mission now, and you felt it in every fiber of your being. He sat up on his knees and pulled you into his lap without breaking the kiss, pistoning his cock so deeply you felt the head bruising your cervix. 

But you didn't care, you reveled in the pain. Johnny was claiming you, finally. All those women, and none had him like this—breeding them like the bitch in heat that you were. You moaned so loud Johnny broke the kiss with a cruel laugh. 

"You hopeless little slut," he chided as he moved one hand to your back and bent toward your chest. He licked at the still fresh blood before reaching your nipple, rolling it between his teeth and sending shockwaves through you. 

You gripped his shoulders and rode him harder. A low groan escaped his lips, and you felt his length somehow become even more hard before a warmth spread through your core as his cum shot deep inside you. The sensation was too much to bear and you came as well, holding onto him for dear life as you rode out your orgasms together. 

When he was done, he laid you back down on the floor and stood, leaning against the wall and gazing down at you, the girl he'd chosen to claim entirely. 

You laid spread-eagle on the floor, your chest caked in blood, wanting to meet his eyes but unable to move as his precious cum seeped from your abused pussy. 

"Get used to this," Johnny said, as he grabbed a cigarette from his pants pocket and lit up, "you want my baby, you're gonna get it."

[whirlshock-and-flarefall]

Starscreammm 😈 the original at least

Some stupid lil doodles

Yes there are, “clones”, however there’s different types of cloning hence why the other starscream looks different. Mentally, however, they both have similar goals, personality etc and are technically related in a way.

Uhh I’ll elaborate more in a later post since the explaination is pretty lengthy🗿

Megatron canonically spins a wheel for deciding which Starscream to beat up that day 😋

[enden-agolor]

Gonna answer some of the asks I received about the newest The Forest's Blessing chapters. To avoid spoilers I'll answer them under the cut.

THANKS! It's pretty rare to see people actually use Aiden as a villain in their aus/stories so I've been excited to write him as one. Most of the time he gets redeemed or something, but he's the full on main antagonist in this au.

One of the biggest things I wanted when writing his character is keeping him close to his canon counterpart.

Because Lukas was never at Endercon or there for the Witherstorm, neither were Aiden, Maya, or Gill. Jesse and his friends were able to enter the portal with the enchanted flint and steel without having to deal with the Blazerods. Helping Sky City went much easier than it did in canon without Aiden and his followers being there to destroy the place, but that's what had inspired me to write him and his motives in this au. He's still cocky and egotistical, wanting to reach his way to the top and run things the way he wants to, but instead of Sky City, his main target is BeaconTown. Much more of this will be elaborated later on.

One of the big things with him and Lukas too is Aiden loves knowing he has power and control over Lukas. He doesn't have that with Jack and Petra, so he knows that saying all his plans, making all those threats... Nothing will come of it because he knows Lukas is scared of him, and that fuels his ego a lot. Knowing Lukas is afraid of him, too afraid to speak up against him. Especially now. Lukas is too fearful of Dewey's and the Admin's safety.

To Aiden, Lukas is just another obstacle getting in the way of his own plans, and he's sick of seeing him around. He was especially furious to hear Petra asking if Lukas would like to join her hunting party, because the last thing he needs is that damned author getting involved.

Thank you 🥹 I'm thrilled to hear you liked it so much!

This made my jaw drop. I'm not sure if you mean it when you say you ACTUALLY cried, but that would be quite the honor that my writing was able to pull your heart strings so strongly. It's hard for me to feel the same emotions you readers do since I already know all that's going to happen, so it's very surprising to see reactions like this. I love it! And there is more angst to come 😈 (and so so much more fluff).

[cherrywperson]

What happened to Rachel?

went to heaven 💔 fly high 🕊

but if you were referring to the realization im gonna elaborate on that later in the comic .. . . eventually .. . . . 😈

[thelov3lybookworm]

Caged In (part 4)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Day 4: Courtier and emissary

Summary: the secret Y/n had bribed Lucien with is finally revealed.

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A/n: 😈

(Yes, thats all i got to say)

(Edit: Also, i dont think theres much angst(?))

@lucienweekofficial

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The silence that permeated the air nearly suffocated Y/n.

Her ears were wondering why they couldn't hear anything.

Her brain was shaking its head at her.

Her heart was crying.

And her eyes were searching his, trying to find a way to rectify her mouth's mistake.

But he simply stared at her, his face stoic, no emotions that she could understand.

"So. You, are telling me, that Beron, is not my father?"

She nodded, short of words.

"You're telling me, that the male who abused my mother, made my life a living hell, is not the one who sired me?"

Y/n swallowed, blinking back tears as she again nodded.

Lucien started at her as if he didn't recognise her.

"Lucien–"

"No. No. Wait. Let me process what you just said." He began pacing at the foot of his bed, his hands joined in front of his face.

After that night in front of the bonfire, the two of them had slowly started spending less and less time together, limiting their interactions to just nods and hellos in passing in the past week.

An hour ago, Y/n had come into Lucien's room to finally tell him of his parentage, not able to keep it from him any longer. She had already made him wait for seven months now, and he never pushed her to tell him about it.

She had only told him that Beron was not his father. He was yet to know who it was. And she was dreading telling him that.

"How are you so certain that he's not my father?" He asked after a few tense moments, turning to her.

Y/n sighed. "Feyre figured it out."

"And how, exactly, did she figure it out?"

"She... she just did, alright? She saw you near your father and she knew."

"Wait– near my father? Does that mean we know each other?"

Shit.

"Yeah..."

He stiffened, then stalked around the bed to where she was sitting against the headboard, settling in front of her with his hands on her knees.

"Who is he?"

Y/n was regretting telling him about all of this, but now she was in too deep shit to backtrack.

"Um... I think Feyre could also have been wrong, you know. Maybe–"

"Fucking cauldron! Just tell me who it is!" He raised his voice, stunning Y/n for a moment. He sighed. "Look, just tell me who it is."

She swallowed before telling him. "H– Helion."

Time slowed to a crawl, and Lucien simply stared at her.

After what felt like eternity, he spoke up in a soft voice. "Helion. The high lord of day court. Is my..."

"Father. Yes."

He nodded slowly, searching her face as if for a hint of deception. Then he nodded again, more to himself as he stood. He simply stripped of the shirt he was as he began walking to the wardrobe.

Y/n scrambled up to follow him, her heart beating in her throat. "Lucien, hey, where are you going?"

He ignored her, pulling out a different and more elaborately decorated shirt, shrugging it on.

"Lucien–"

He whipped around, fury in his eyes as he stalked up to her. She took a step back, but he grabbed her wrist and pushed her up against the closest wall, his hands resting on either side of her head as he leaned in, caging her in.

She swallowed, searching his eyes.

"You couldn't have told me this before? Or later? Today was the only day you could think of telling me this?" He sneered.

Y/n blinked, taken aback. "Luc–"

"Don't. Just fucking stop speaking and leave me alone. Cauldron." He turned his back to her, rummaging in his wardrobe.

But this time, she ignored him. She wouldn't leave him alone, couldn't.

"What's gotten into you? Why are you acting like this?"

"Why am I acting like this?" He laughed, the sound void of any humor. "Because I just found out who I thought was my father was not my father. I would say my reaction is fucking valid, considering the information you just dropped on me."

"I get it, and you have all the right to react in any way you want, but why are you getting angry at me? And why the hell are you getting ready?"

He released a deep breath, rubbing his eyes. "Because I am supposed to meet him– my real father– in an hour."

Y/n's blood went cold.

This was worse than what she had thought.

"And how the fuck am I supposed to look him in the eye and pretend like nothing happened? Tell me Y/n. Tell me how I am supposed to sit through the dinner party and pretend like everything's alright. That he is not my father."

"Lucien... I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have– I..."

He shook his head. "It's not your fault. You didn't even know I was going to be on emissary duty tonight. You didn't know anything. I'm so sorry." He sat against the wall he had pinned her against, his head in his hand.

She asked down next to him, silent, and placed her head on his shoulder.

"Are you going to tell him?"

"I'll have to. Better sooner than later." He laid his head against hers, taking a deep breath.

After a moment, she came to a decision.

The confrontation about to come would be an important one, a hard one. He would need someone nearby.

How many times had he needed to not be on his own, needed someone to be there with him during hard times? He had been alone for far too long, had far too many people abandon him. She was not going to be one of those people.

"I'll come with you."

He looked at her, eyes wide. "Are you mad? You can't come with me. What if the inner circle somehow finds out about your whereabouts? They'll kill the both of us."

"They won't. I mean, they could try..."

He shook his head. "No. You are not coming–"

"Did you think I was asking you? I'm telling you. I'm coming with you. I don't care if they find me and lock me back up. Obviously, you will save me again, won't you?"

He laughed, pained. "Y/n, I still don't think that is a good idea."

"It's alright. I think it's a good idea."

He stared at her. "Why?" He whispered.

She smiled softly. "Because everyone deserves to have someone for them. If I were to do a confrontation with my father, I would definitely need someone near."

He placed a kiss on her head, his hand finding hers. "Thank you."

She grinned at him, and his eyes dropped to her lips.

He stared and stared. He swallowed, his eyes meeting hers before they dropped back to her lips.

"Fuck..." He muttered, looking away.

"I think we should get dressed then?" She mumbled when the silence and the awkwardness became roo much to bear. He nodded, standing up.

She turned to leave, but she couldn't shake the feeling of his heavy stare boring into her back.

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Lucien's pov.

The dinner went smoothly, and he conversed easily with the High Lord of Day Court. The one who was apparently his father.

Lucien wanted to laugh.

He had been sent here to request some kind of books for the priestesses who resided in the house of Wind. Of course, Helion agreed.

He was nice like that.

And Lucien bad been left to wonder. How would he react to the news Lucien was going to give him later tonight?

Currently, he was in one of the private sitting rooms of the day court, sitting on the couch opposite Helion with a drink in his hand. He hadn't bothered to see what he was drinking.

He sat silently, watching as his father and the love of his– Y/n, teased each other and laughed.

"You look like you have something to say Lucien. Is everything alright?"

Lucien nearly jumped out of his skin when Helion addressed him. Helion's eyes were shining with amusement, but Y/n's eyes were filled with understanding.

"Y/n? If you could give us a moment?"

He had brought her with him so that he could have some emotional support, but she the night progressed, he had come to the conclusion that he needed to do this by himself.

She searched his eyes. "Are you sure?"

He nodded, and she made her way out the door, waving at Helion and giving Lucien an encouraging smile.

"Is everything alright?" Helion questioned, lifting his glass of wine to his lips.

"That or the question, isn't it?"

Lucien asked wryly, building up his courage.

Then, taking a deep breath, the emissary of night court told the High Lord of the day court the truth.

"Apparently, you are my father."

A moment of dead silence.

And then a glass shattered.

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Part 5

Taglist: @bubybubsters @eos-princess @nightless @lizziesfirstwife

[sbk-zgvlt]

Have you thought about any other Sebek AUs? I have ideas:3

THEN SHARE THOSE IDEAS MF 😈😈😈

The au where Sebek takes Yuu's place its this whole thing in my head

Sebek dies in one of the dreams caused by Malleus OB and explores the dream world while everyone deals with the consequences of his death in real life

Human!Sebek never resolves his relationship with his Dia 3 and ends up falling out with them like the rest of the Baskverse

Knight of Dawn and Malenoa never died. Fast forward decades later and their two kingdoms, while no longer in war, are still at odds. Prince Malleus and Prince Silver (who is miraculously alive because sleeping makes him "hibernate" 💀) try to find a way to bring both kingdoms peace through a truce. They meet Sebek, who they consider the perfect example that humans and fae can get along, but the Zigvolts arent exactly fond of either kingdom

After graduating from NRC, Sebek travels around the world with Jamil!! He leaves a note for Dia 3 to find saying that he'll be gone for some time, only for Lilia to accidentally throw it away and think that Sebek is kidnapped when he doesnt return after a whole week. Jamil is now a wanted criminal ❤️

Sebek is god. I will not elaborate.

Sebek in genshin...except he was in inazuma when the sakoku decree and vision hunt decree started...and got his vision taken away...Dia 3 meeting a visionless Sebek... (can you tell ive started playing genshin again)

Get this man a contract with a model agency dawg 😭😭😭

[moirindeclermont]

Bridgerton folks, how are you? I hope your Monday started with a good day. For this week, I think we are returning to Colin's smutty diaries.

I have a couple of ideas that are perfect for this format.

After this week, idk 🤣 I want to try some original stuff; maybe I'll do a poll later in the week. For now, enjoy this one.

The prompt for today is wax 😈

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"Gabrielle was a fun one to play with. I didn't even tup her, but she taught me how to enhance a partner sensation with wax. At the time, I didn't even consider it an option, and I must say I was amazed by how fun and erotic it can be. Of course, you must use special candles not to hurt your partner, but there is more to that. Add a blindfold to the experience, and... it can be quite rewarding."

Colin looked Pen in her eyes after reading that passage. An idea was starting to form in his mind, and his wife could see it very well, given that she was thinking the same thing.

"You intrigued me, husband."

That night, they only talked about it because Colin needed to acquire the right candles - as he said in the diary - a normal one wouldn't do it in this case. After a week, he was ready and welcomed Pen into their bedroom with a blindfold.

Pen smiled as she saw him, taking her sweet time to undress for him. Colin knew this game well; his wife was already a master in the art of teasing him, and he let the effect she had on him be visible and on full display for her as she got closer to him before turning around to allow him to knot the blindfold over her eyes.

He took a moment to appreciate her, drinking in her exquisite curves and softness, before leading her to the bed, already lined with an old sheet they could play with without being afraid of being messy.

He told her to "lie down", as he often did - a sweet reminder of their first time - and then he took the candle - a simple thing, not elaborate or too complex because its job was functional and got a match to light it up.

The soft glow of the candle in the near dark of their bed made Pen look even more beautiful, if possible.

"I'm going to start easy with your arms. Don't think about catching the moment the drip will fall."

He knew that now he had implemented that idea, it would be the only thing she would think about.

"You are a menace, Colin Bridgerton."

He chuckled, just because he could, as he watched the first drop of wax falling and landing perfectly on the sweet skin of her arm, making her gasp.

"Too much, my love?"

She shook her head. "It's just... new".

He smiled, already tasting his victory.

From there, he continues to test other areas: her soft legs, the dip of the neck, and one between her breasts. Then, he upped the game.

He gathered a bit of the wax in a small jar with low border until it was almost complete... he saw one in one of his trip used as a recepient for such use, and he deposit it on her stomach.

"Now darling, you must stay still, or the wax will drop."

To demonstrate this fact, he touches her pearl, making her move her hips, causing the jar to tip over slightly, hot wax on her stomach. She moaned. "Yes, exactly, my dear. You have to stay very still. I have a meal to attend to."

Being very careful not to trip the jar himself, he positioned himself in between her gorgeous thighs, and he gave her a kiss on her pearl. She tried to move, but she remembered the jar just in time.

"Good girl. Now let me eat."

And eat, he did. Alternating between lick and kisses and his tongue inside her, he took his fill and more. Pen was moaning wildly and tried to stay still so nicely for him. He knew she would beg soon to take her. He had never heard such bliss as when his wife was pleased and needed him to tup her.

Kissing and licking and using his fingers just the way she loved it until her hips were almost moving with every touch. He had mercy in the end, removing the jar.

"You did so well, love."

"Please Colin, please. I need you."

How could he resist such amazing words.

He filled her in a hear beat, him on his knees while she was a desperate thing on her back. She removed the blindfold to look at him and seeing her eyes half closed in pleasure as he was thrusting almost did for him.

He squeezed and touched her, something primal and animalistic taking over their coupling as they both found their release within each other.

Colin collapses on her side, a wild smile on his face.

"You're amazing, Pen," he said, his voice half-mixed with pleasure.

She was still trying to catch her breath but turned to face him and smile. "You're amazing as well, Mr. Bridgerton."

They kissed until he had to get up to clean a bit.

Half the fun was putting the wax on her; the other half was to clean it off her skin, passing some lotion before kissing it. Pen was bound to ask for a second round soon, he thought, rather proud of that idea.

The End

[leota-nexus]

name: ¿? (pronounced "you think about all this way more than I do!") (pronounced "to pronounce it correctly, I'd have to cut out your tongue!") (pronounced "make a noise & see if I respond!") (no pronunciation) (super helpful pronunciation guide audio recording below!* <3)

alias: V

gender: probably not

lifepath: streetkid techie who later got into hacking

favorite ripper: Vik Vektor

favorite fixer: Muamar "El Capitán" Reyes

favorite weapons (no particular order): Bloody Maria, Hypercritical, Comrade's Hammer, Byakko, & Cottonmouth

favorite clothing style: crystaljock bombers & daemon-hunter ballcap

favorite colors: 💣💎😈🔮🧠 (& anything metallic neon synthwave/darkwave)

bonus fun facts:

fan of AssaultBots & MythSploders (2077 versions of BattleBots & MythBusters yes we just made them up but it's absolutely true anyway)

favorite MythSploders quotes include "When in doubt: C4" -Savage Adam & "Jaime wants big boom" -Jaime the CyberWalrus (yes these bonus fun facts were just an elaborate reason to include these quotes yet somehow still important characterization anyway)

*super helpful pronunciation guide audio recording:

(bonus pronunciation description explanation below the cut)

While asking questions about ¿?, I kept thinking of a joke that seemingly would only work in text:

"I'm ¿?"

"Wha- WTF was that?! How do you pronounce that again?!"

"¿?"

"You know what? Nevermind."

Because it's cyberpunk, I kept picturing it as "*opens mouth, tech glitch sound comes out*" until I finally realized I could create that sound!

So, if I may, let me take you on a journey of how my brain works:

First, I looked for a recording of V saying, "I'm V." Simple right? I came up empty. So I went through the character creator, waited for the music to calm the fuck down, & recorded both voices multiple times just in case. Then I took a sample of just "male voice" V & put it through a granular synthesizer where I was able to do this:

That's left (¿) & right (?) audio (dots omitted to minimize sonic overload) each tracing separate paths through the audio "I'm V" at the same time. I was like

"lulz let's hear this chaos!"

"..."

"oh no I love it"

So I hit record, only to realize they're slightly different length lines at slightly different speeds creating this shifting effect over multiple loops. I decided to record a full cycle loop & see if there's a "best" one. Except first, I was curious what it would sound like if I isolated each loop & layered them all on top of each other, like so:

"Oh No I LOVE It"

I panned each loop differently to really emphasize the movement of the sound so if you're listening through headphones, it really does end up sounding like something resembling "¿?"

But I don't want to make final decisions about my partner's character, ya know? Luckily it only took a single listen:

"Yeah, that's how it's officially pronounced. Good luck trying to pronounce that!"

So there you have it! "Good luck!"

(Personally, I just say "your streetkid V" outloud, WAY easier lol)

damn I am fucking OVER typing the words "pronounced" & "pronunciation" @_@

[rosietrace]

You thought it was over? Ha

Guess who’s back Pookie!

May I request Roywen with a Cinderella au! Specifically the scene at the ball with “So this is Love”

Hope this request makes sense and happy Valentine’s Day!

HELLAUR ELLRIZZ!! I'm gonna have so much fun writing this omgg 😈😈 (Your ask for Porter and Molly will be in the works a little later!)

'C'est ça l'amour [ 1/2 ]

(Central) Characters Featured: Roya Callistis, Gwendolyn Schnee

↳ { Gwendolyn belongs to @/starry-night-rose }

Others mentioned/featured: Tinsley LaBelle, Rubina Callistis, Davidson Novellion

↳ { Tinsley belongs to @/jasdiary }

Pairing: Roya Callistis & Gwendolyn Schnee

Event: Valentine's Day 2024 💌

↳ Type: AU Oneshot! 「 Cinderella 」

Synopsis: So this is love? So this is what makes life divine.

Warning(s): Potentially ooc, loosely inspired by the Disney 1950/2015 adaptations, Rubina and Davis /j /j, two-parter!, surprisingly longer than I thought holy shit

[ Apologies for any out of character moments ]

[ Reblogs > Likes ]

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His Highness Roya Callistis was bored beyond belief.

There he sat, in his elaborately decorated throne, one that once belonged to his Father; And will inevitably become his when he finds himself a bride.

The only problem? Finding a bride in a sea of young noblewomen proved to be predictably difficult. And tedious.

As another potential suitor had announced their presence to him, Roya could only sit there in awkward silence. Only giving the pitiful young ladies of the night a nod of acknowledgment.

This predicament, in turn, happened to bring a sense of irritation upon his dear Mother — Queen Rubina.

“What in God's name is he doing?” Rubina hissed, watching her only son from a considerable distance.

Davis, Roya's cousin, stood by her side with a condescending smile. “I'm sure my dear cousin will find someone, Auntie.”

Rubina's hardened gaze softened at Davis' assurance. “Oh, you may have a point, dear nephew…”

Davis hummed, his expression going nonchalant. He was always Rubina's favorite.

“I can't help but feel concerned, however.”

“And rightfully so, Auntie.”

“I am only asking this from Roya for the sake of our Kingdom..”

“And for that, I admire your benevolence,” Davis and his ass-kissing ways. “I, too, feel concerned for my cousin.”

Rubina sighed, gently ruffling Davis' dark hair. “What would I do without you, Davis?”

Davis feigned a smile. A handsome, tenaciously deceitful, smile.

“Oh, I can't bring myself to imagine that… Auntie.”

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Gwen couldn't find the right words to describe the ambitious architecture of the palace, only parting her lips to silently gawk at all of its glory.

How stunning, Gwen thought, smiling to herself. I'll be sure to try and enjoy myself tonight…

… I only have until midnight to do so, her smile faltered at that.

Tonight, a ball fit for a princess was the one night where Gwen could look at herself — at the scenery before her — and think: I'm free.

Walking up the steps of the foyer, a couple of palace guards couldn't help themselves and happened to catch a glance at her every now and again.

Truly, everything that surrounded her was a marvel. The pinnacle of extravagance that she always believed would be reserved for her step-family.

Speaking of her step-family, Gwen managed to catch a glimpse of them once she found her way to the ballroom.

Her stepmother wore silks of dark red, obscuring her face with an ornately designed fan. Gwen's stepsisters were in the farther distance, making their way to the prince — whom Gwen couldn't get a proper look at.

Tinsley wore dark green, with hints of black and gold expertly placed along the bodice of her gown in the shape of vines.

Her other stepsister — who wasn't sure if she had an actual name — wore red, with a similar pattern to Tinsley at the bodice of her gown.

Seems like my stepsister opted to match with stepmother… Gwen hummed to herself, carefully walking around the ballroom in her unusually comfortable glass slippers to avoid catching her stepfamily's gaze.

Unfortunately, in spite of her efforts, Gwen ended up catching the eye of her stepmother.

Skeptical at the mysterious young lady that felt oddly familiar, her stepmother readily approached, her heels clicking against the floor.

Gwen winced, turning her body in the opposite direction to make an escape.

When suddenly: A hand gently yet firmly grasped her own.

Gwen looked behind her, fixating her eyes on the stranger who caught her hand; Only to realize that the ‘stranger’ in question was no stranger at all.

Pale skin, perhaps rivaling her own. Gray, almost silver, eyes. Horns that he had yet to properly explain. And long dark red locks styled into an elaborate braid that fell from his shoulder.

Roya's eyes softened when their eyes met, and it was as though time had closed its curtains.

“I…” Roya's words came to a standstill, the poor boy didn't know how to make conversation. Especially not with a lady as pretty as Gwen.

Gwen, who recognized him as the boy she met in the forest not too long ago, tilted her head slightly.

“Kit?” Ah, right.

Roya was bemused that Gwen still remembered him from the forest, and was even more than that when it came to him that she didn't realize he was the prince.

“M-My Lady…” Roya cleared his throat, finding a newfound confidence as he gazed into her ice-blue set.

“K-Kit!” Gwen was overjoyed that she found someone other than her step-family whom she recognized at the ball. “I didn't know you'd be here!”

“Yes, well- I am an apprentice, after all.”

“An apprentice for the palace, of course! Oh, forgive my silliness for not realizing it sooner…”

A chuckle left his lips, his free hand finding its way to her cheek. “You are forgiven, My Lady.”

Guilt was what Roya felt, feeling a slight discomfort that he was lying to Gwen about who he really was, even now.

But a part of him — that small, wishful-thinking side of him — wanted it to last a little longer. If it meant spending more time with Gwen, Roya would wear the sin of deceit with pride.

He cleared his throat a second time, taking a step back and letting the hand on her cheek fall to his side.

“If I may be frank, My Lady…”

Roya bowed down before her, his lips mere inches away from the back of Gwen's hand; His eyes piercing through her own.

“Might I have the honor of a dance?”

A gasp fell from her lips, eyes going slightly wide.

“A dance?...” Gwen looked around, and at the very least, her stepmother had already paid more attention to her sisters than anything else. “With… Me?”

Roya smiled at her, adjusting his stance. “With you, yes.”

“Shall we?”

Her eyes flickered between him and the clock behind him.

Very little time… Gwen wanted to frown, but couldn't bring herself to actually do so, lest Roya misunderstood.

But tonight was a night where she was meant to feel free for once. And perhaps dancing with ‘Kit’ was a way of doing that.

Gwen's smile, beautiful and soft in every way that made Roya's heart melt, widened in size when she took her hand in his. Both hands, this time.

“We shall.”

•✒️°─────────°✒️•

Their dance felt like more than a dance. Odd way to put it, yes, but in the eyes of Roya and Gwen: It was like their two souls had intertwined.

And that, with their movements and the way they looked into each other's eyes, caught Queen Rubina's attention.

An eyebrow arched, Rubina's gaze skeptically flickered between her son and the girl he was dancing with.

“Who is she?...”

Davis narrowed his eyes. He's never seen that girl in his life, and his aunt expected him to give her an answer?

“I'm not quite sure, Auntie,” Davis answered as politely as he could, “but unfortunately, it appears I've never seen this girl in my life.”

“Well that's ridiculous,” in likeness to her nephew, Rubina's eyes narrowed.

“... Keep an eye on them.”

She descended further away from the ballroom — likely to make preparations for a potential wedding, Davis gathered.

Still, he followed his Aunt's orders, keeping a close eye on Roya and his dancing partner; In spite of his irritation.

And nobody did Irritation the way Davidson Novellion did.

Whoever that girl was, regardless of personality or status, Davis didn't like her.

As Gwen and Roya danced, it finally occurred to Gwen what was going on around her; They were being watched. Rather intently, at that.

“What…?” Gwen turned to Roya. “They're staring…”

“Well-” Roya sucked in a breath, “that is to be expected, dancing with a palace apprentice.”

“No- No,” Gwen's eyes blinked rapidly, her eyes looking between Roya and the guests behind him.

“Who are you?”

Roya stiffened, spinning her around. His lips pursed, a nervous feeling churning in his stomach.

Should he tell her the truth? If he did, would she see him differently?

He didn't want that. Never in his life would we want that, especially not with her.

To her, he wasn't the crown prince. To her, he was just… Kit. A kind hunter she met one fateful day in the woods, who happened to be ‘some apprentice’.

“Kit?”

Words were flooding his system, trying to force themselves out of his mouth.

“I…”

“Kit. Please.”

Even if he wanted to, he couldn't bring himself to resist that look in her eyes, the softness of her melodious voice.

“Tell me who you are,” a beat. “Who you truly are.”

“... Might I request a second dance?”

Roya pulled away, keeping his hands intertwined with hers; A silent plea.

There, sat silence. Time had finally made its grand return, and all eyes were on them, and them alone.

He brought his hand to her cheek. “Please, my lady,” he pleaded with her, his voice desperate and regretful. “Just one more dance.”

Gwen looked him in the eye, finally taking note of all the intricacies of his attire — the kind of intricacies reserved only for royalty.

And it all clicked.

She leaned into his touch. He was one of the only ones in her life that could withstand her ice-cold palms.

She didn't want to lose that.

“I accept.”

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“Are… Are you mad at me?”

It was lucky for them, to scurry away from the prying eyes of their astute audience in the ballroom — running off to the palace gardens, unchaperoned.

Scandalous, truly. But a thought such as that never once crossed Gwen's mind. As it did not cross Roya's.

“A little,” she admitted to him, walking across a bridge so crystal clear she almost believed it was made of glass.

“A little?” Roya's head tilted. “I… I would've thought you'd be more than upset.”

“I am upset,” Gwen looked up at the night sky, her hand against the bridge’s railings. “But…”

“But?”

“But, I've convinced myself not to be more upset than I need to be. That I have to consider why you'd hide your true status from me.”

A breath caught in Roya's throat when she looked back at him, her figure illuminated by the shining moon.

“Why, Your Highness?”

It hurt to hear her say that. Perhaps it was because he grew so used to her calling him ‘Kit’.

“... I didn't want you to change your perception of me,” he walked to her, standing beside her. He looked down at the water below.

“You were so kind to me when I was Kit. I didn't want to change that.”

“So- That's why you interjected that palace guard from-”

“Yes,” he interrupted her, too. “In all honesty, I have to thank Sir Lancelot for understanding so quickly.”

They stared into each other's eyes. And they — more specifically, Roya — couldn't help but get lost in them.

He straightened himself up. Stepping back from her a little, to give her even the slightest of space.

“Well,” he looked down again, pursing his lips.

Clearing his throat, Roya continued: “You know my true name, now.”

“And I'd love for you to tell me yours, too.”

Just as Gwen was ready to open her lips and give him her name. She heard it. Many things, she heard, actually.

The sound of the clock tower ringing, a reminder of it now being the stroke of twelve; And the words of her Fairy Godmother.

On the stroke of twelve, said the Godmother that small eternity ago, all things shall return to the way they once were.

And Gwen had little to no time to properly respond to Roya.

She had no time to do… Anything.

With the little time left, Gwen made a run for it, her head spinning as she made her escape.

Roya followed suit, but just barely. He called for guards, and could only hope that wouldn't scare her off.

Unfortunately for him, it did.

And there she went, rushing into her carriage and riding off further into the darkness of the night.

He nearly sank to his knees at the sight.

And all Gwen had left for even a sliver of who she was, was a single glass slipper.

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[nalyra-dreaming]

Canonically gaslights Louis into loving him? Can you elaborate? With some examples?

In case of Loumand we have the second case of the definition imho:

2: the act or practice of grossly misleading someone especially for one's own advantage

Now, Armand tells Louis he is the oldest vampire:

’And as far as I know today, after four hundred years, I am the oldest living vampire in the world.’

Mh hmm. He influences him to turn Madeleine:

’No. I mean, directly. I made you do it! I was near you the night you did it. I exerted my strongest power to persuade you to do it. Didn’t you know this?’

He spell-binds him to leave the theater:

And Armand’s eye said, Sleep. I wanted to say something about Madeleine and Claudia, that we could not leave them there, and I felt that cry again rising inside of me, that cry that pushed everything else out of its way, my teeth clenched to keep it in, because it was so loud and so full it would destroy me if I let it go.

He also lies to him about Lestat’s death.

Just a few examples off the top of my hat. The into loving him is more in regards to what he tells him beforehand, to make him fall for him. Teasing with knowledge and affection while telling Claudia to leave Louis. Louis is infatuated then… but that is not love. The Loumand love is later, at Trinity Gate.

Now, as said before, in regards to the movie poster reference… they pulled all the implied abuse up for Loustat - I would absolutely expect they do the same for Loumand.

And, given they referenced that movie… I bet they will put their fingers deeply into the wounds 😈 I could totally see them make it worse, maybe even fit definition 1, like as with the abuse. It would… fit the show, imho.

Dark, darker, IWTV.

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[bless-my-demons]

Hi!

I want to start by saying how much I adore your Jasper story!! I can’t wait to see what you have planned for the next chapters 🤍

And I also wanted to ask a few questions…:

- Is the reader gonna have interactions with the wolves and if yes is it gonna be a lot or not?

- Are you planning on writing your story until Breaking Down part II or not?

- Have you taught of having the reader turn into a vampire?

- Are Bella and the reader going to stay friends? I’m asking this because I’ve read a lot of Twilight fanfics were they made Bella rude and the bad guy.

That’s all, hope you’re doing well 🤍

Thank you love, you’re so sweet!! And thank you for asking these questions!

- Wolves? Okay so a friendship with the wolves is something I’m still playing with and I’m trying to work out different scenarios. For now I think yes to the wolves, but not a lot. I… also might move some timeline items around to make things make sense for later on and I’m sorry I won’t elaborate lol

- How long will I write? Oh I plan on taking it all the way to the end scene fight hun!

- Vampire reader? I mean… prepare yourselves🤭😈

- Bella? As far as Bella goes, they’re staying friends even if she isn’t in the picture a lot. I’ve read so many fics that either had Bella as a massive piece of the work and the reader revolves around her OR made Bella this weird bad guy that doesn’t really fit - I don’t like either one of those, so she’s safe here!

It’s so hard, writing for the first time and trying to make the dynamics for all the characters fit into what’s in my mind and the vibe I’m going for. I absolutely LOVE how invested you guys are in this story and I’m pretty sure I’ll probably ask you guys when it’s completed if there’s a scene you guys wish you had or were curious about. Hopefully that’s something I can pull off! I’m still dipping my toes into this whole I’m-a-writer-now thing lol

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[writerrobinarnett]

I'M BACK AGAIN 😈🙏

jokes aside i have shorter questions this time (yes, i elaborated chapter 20 LMAO).

ok i noticed this particular earlier but i just wanted to be sure when i asked you this. is it mullo (the kwami ​​of multiplication– oh well, the mouse) who sends the diary pages to will and eleven? tbh i already figured it that was a kwami who was ​​sending them the informations, and i suspected it was mullo (to clarify, i just googled her name because until today i had no idea what her name was lmao). chapter 20 only confirmed the thing. but why a kwami should be free when the miraculous should be in the miracle box?

we were just talking about love square and will is just starting to notice mike (destiny). i'm really curious how will will understand that mike mayfield is actually mike wheeler (sometimes i forget that he's supposing to be max's brother LMAO). and i'm also curious to know how el will react if will confesses to her his feelings for mike (⚰️ <- this is eleven)

henry creel is the felix of this story. i just elaborated that. that's cool. that's not really a question but that's cool.

can vecna and tikki unify (i didn't understand this tbh) ?i

i've run out of questions for now 😃👍

ohmygosh Hello again! 😄

I see you’re back at it with the super insightful and awesome questions!

This is such an astute observation! Tbh the references are pretty subtle, so I’m impressed that you connected the mouse that keeps appearing to the diary pages. Unfortunately, the answer to this question is a spoiler, since it will be revealed later in the story. You won’t get the answer for a long, looooooong time, but you will get an answer, I promise! (Lmk if you want a very vague hint though lol)

Also, I’m curious, why do you think it’s a kwami that’s leaving the diary pages? Not confirming or denying it lol, just wondering 😊

Ahh, you’ll just have to wait and see how Will discovers the truth about Mike’s name. (but you won’t have to wait long hehe) I don’t have a moment where Will confides in El about his crush on Mike… But if I did, I think it would totally go like this:

Will: I think… I might like Mike El: *stares silently ahead, dying inside* El: *inhales deeply* Will: Um… El? El: JUST ASK HIM OUT ALREADY JESUS #$@%*& (the rest is censored, but it would go on for like five min lol) Will: geez okay omg. Calm down! I guess… I guess I’ll ask him tomorr– El: *grabs Will’s phone and throws it at him* No. ASK HIM OUT. RIGHT. NOW!

That’s such a cool idea!! I honestly didn’t realize they were so similar (I kinda wrote that chapter before I saw s5, but now that you point it out, I totally see it!) I just wanted to make a villain that was a big threat but had good intentions. But yeah, he really is a very Felix/Argos like character! Such a cool parallel 😊

Great question! I’m sure you’re not the only one confused, so I’ll try my best to explain it well. Okay. So, when Tikki and Vecna “unify” in ch. 18, it’s meant to be very different from how unifying kwamis works in MLB, and that is because of Vecna. As opposed to being an entirely new kwami, Vecna is half of Tikki. “Unifying” the two, in my story, is more like recombining two halves of a broken kwami. When I say “broken,” I mean how Tikki was losing control of her creation power (as well as her miraculous literally being cracked). To put the unification process simply: “broken” Tikki + Vecna should make a Normal Tikki. However! Vecna was created by a dark/fundamental magic that is “of the Earth.” That magic is not compatible with normal kwamis (who come from space). Because Vecna and Tikki can’t fully recombine, they have a partial unity. They are both tied to Will’s soul and bonded to each other, which stabilizes Tikki (filling in her cracked miraculous), but they can never recombine fully.

If the explanation for unifying doesn’t make sense, then don’t worry too much. 😊 It’s not super important how it works. All that matters is Will has two kwamis. He can’t ever take off his earrings or renounce his two miraculous. And he can switch between his upside down powers and his ladybug powers