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Take a Bite of My Heart
Participating in @tss-storytime as an author partnered by @soysaucevictim who drew me fantastic art (found here)
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T+ Vampires, shapeshifters, sex (not graphic, but spoken about bluntly), adult language, family, death, blood, violence, nudity, prejudice, patricide, murder, the Harkness test,Â
Janus/Remus, Virgil/Roman, Logan/Patton, o/c
Summary:
Janus and Remus are incredibly well suited for each other, despite being an unlikely pair. Shapeshifter and Vampire is a classic recipe for tragedy. Fortunately neither of them are very good at following recipes, especially not under pressure. Â
Read Ao3
#willow is writing#tss-storytime#soysaucevictim#TS Janus#TS Remus#sanders sides fic#sanders sides fanfiction
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Holiday Plans (Monstrous Roommates AU fic)
So the thing is: Fireworks go boom.
(on Ao3)
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There were raised voices in the kitchen, which was surprising. Thomas rose up out of his doze and headed over, more or less sitting on the kitchen pass through. All four of his roommates were gathered around the table, which had lots of pieces of paper on it, and Loganâs laptop to one side. The paper proved to be a map of the surrounding area, from the looks of things printed off Google and patched together.
â-this does of course, not include people who have just gotten them somewhere and will let them off whenever they please.â
âYeah but those are quieter.â Virgil countered. Patton whined uncomfortably, leaning against Roman. Roman was perched on the counter, and kissed Pattonâs neck in response.
Virgil glared down at the paper.Â
âWe canât do anything about those. So planning for them is out.â
âBarring weather conditions theyâll start here at eight forty five on the second, continuing here and here until ten at the latest.â He drew points on the map, and after a momentâs study, Virgil drew circles around them.Â
âAgain, the weatherâll change it, but thatâs about the range.â
Thomas moved past them, and brushed up against Patton and Roman, letting them know he was there with a chill.
âHello Thomas.â Roman said brightly, but looking in the wrong direction.Â
âOver here.â Thomas corrected, pushing himself to become visible. âSorry, went through you a little bit.âÂ
âSo thatâs what that was.â Patton gave a weak smile.Â
âWhatâs going on?â Thomas asked. Over at the kitchen table, Logan and Virgil had changed pen colors, apparently, and were discussing the third.Â
âFourth of July plans.â Roman explained.Â
âAh, gonna find the best place to watch the fireworks?âÂ
Before anyone could answer, there was a sharp echoing bang somewhere down the street. Patton jumped and whined, fingernails looking at little dark and thick where he was holding on to Romanâs arms.Â
There was a pause, then another bang. Outside there was a flash of light.Â
â... firework.â Logan said after a moment. âNot gun.âÂ
âYouâre sure?â Virgil asked. Logan nodded. Now that he was looking, Logan looked a little strained as well, and Virgil was chewing on the cord to his hoodie.Â
âNot quite.â Roman smiled at Thomas. âMy beloveds do not care for fireworks. Logan is bothered by the lights, Patton is bothered by the sound, and Virgil hates both of them. Our last home was in the city, and the fireworks usually were set off at the edges, or more lost to the city sounds.â
âAnd assholes who shot âem off early got caught by the police. All cops may be bastards, but at least they knew a fire hazard when they saw it.â Virgil said grumpily.Â
âWe werenât quite prepared for how⌠enthusiastic the area was last year.â Logan explained. âThis year, I have made some charts, and Virgil is helping me estimate how far the sound will carry.â He frowned down at his map. âWeâre in an overlap for no less than three displays- and four on the fourth itself, oddly enough.âÂ
âSo Iâm guessing no barbeque?â Thomas joked.Â
âWe will probably be leaving tomorrow morning.â Roman confirmed. âI quite like fireworks, but I wouldnât want to leave them alone.âÂ
âYou donât have to.â Patton mumbled. âYou could stay and have a blast.â he gave a weak smile.Â
âThank you, no.â He kissed the top of Pattonâs head. âIf I want to see fireworks, Iâll take a trip down to Disney.â
âDisney.â Virgil and Logan groaned together, and Virgil made another mark on the map, down at the edge.Â
âI never thought it was an option.â Patton told Thomas. âWhen I was younger I just had to put up with it, because no one else seemed to have a problem.âÂ
âIf we canât find a good place, itâs going to be noise canceling headphones and a lan party this year.â Virgil grumbled. âI mean, fun, but Iâd rather not be forced into it. But we donât want to go too far, and we need someplace to stay. So itâs tricky.â he sighed. âI remember I liked the fireworks when I was a kid, but now itâs just too bright and loud.âÂ
Logan reached out and patted Virgilâs shoulder, staring down at the map.Â
âWhy donât you guys go somewhere else entirely?âÂ
âWell, Iâm still concerned about the epidemic, personally.â Logan pointed out. âOf the four of us, I am the most likely to contract a disease. Beyond thatâŚâ he shook his head. âItâs not as if we can travel far outside the United States in any good time. So anywhere we went we would be faced with the same problem. I think preparation like this is as good as itâs going to get.âÂ
âLast year of highschool, Logan and I went camping. We hiked for miles out into the wilderness.â Patton offered.Â
âThe stars were lovely.â Logan remembered.Â
âYeah, but you were so sore you could hardly walk back.â Patton gave a whine of concern.Â
âWe perhaps pushed too hard.â
âIt took us twice as long to get back.â Patton admitted. âWe ran out of food and I had to hunt. So even if we were near a big enough park, I donât know if Iâd wanna risk it.âÂ
âI should hope Iâm in better shape now, with all the effort I put into physical therapy.â Logan huffed. âBut I suppose itâs better not to take that risk.â
âI mean, I could probably carry you back, but Iâm not a huge fan of camping in the first place.â Virgil said with a grimace.
âIt sounds like you need an off highway motel. Most of those are further away from towns.â Thomas suggested. âIf you had more time, you might be able to find like an island rental in the keys.â
âI vote that!â Roman said excitedly. âNo fireworks for you and a beach for me!âÂ
âYeah, sure.â Virgil said sarcastically. âYou find one and Iâll put up with being on a boat.âÂ
Roman pulled out his phone and started typing, and Virgil rolled his eyes, going back to his intense map-marking with Logan.Â
âAre you going to be okay Thomas?â Patton asked suddenly.Â
âYeah, Iâm used to being alone.â Thomas admitted, flickering a little bit. He didnât like it, but really, being a ghost lent itself to being lonesome. From the expression on Pattonâs face he felt bad about it. Logan and Virgil argued quietly about locations and populations.Â
They were still at it a half an hour later, when Romanâs phone pinged and he looked at it.
âAh-ha! Iâve got it!âÂ
âWhat?â Virgil looked surprised.Â
âI put out some feelers- okay, Remy helped, and he and his mind-witch want to come as well.â Roman smiled brilliantly. âWe have, should we want it, a private island for the week. With a nice little vacation home.â there was another ping. âAh-â Romanâs shoulders shook as he laughed looking at the message. âApparently itâs a summer home of someone Remy knows, and they go north for the Fourth. And itâs no longer optional. Remy says heâs going to show up at our door tomorrow. With a minivan.â
âIf Remyâs willing to drive a minivan, it must be serious.â Virgil said with a straight face.Â
âAh well.â Logan looked at the map. âIt was a fun mental exercise.â Â He began folding up the map, and putting the pens into a cup.Â
âWe should go pack, I guess.â Virgil rubbed the back of his neck. âSunscreen time.âÂ
âI wish you could come with us.â Patton told Thomas.
âYeah. Me too.â he smiled, and faded out.
#willow is writing#monster au#sanders sides fic#ts roman#ts virgil#ts logan#ts patton#ts thomas#holiday fic
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incredible how much housework you can get done if you take a chance and believe in yourself and also have fifteen other much more pressing responsibilities
#if i ignore the writing (non-hobby) i have to do for long enough i may even finally vacuum#willow's wastebin tagxon#willow's greatest hits
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Joy Sullivan, from Instructions for Traveling West: Poems; âOf Wildflowersâ
#joy sullivan#wildflowers#willow#nature#birds#cedar#toad#bone#excerpts#writings#literature#poetry#fragments#selections#words#quotes#poetry collection#typography
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O Holy Nights
Itâs 1am and I remembered
24 hours late
Even though itâs circled on my kitchen calendar
So happy second night I guess
Iâm remembering Lilah singing
The candle blessing
Lilting in her kindergarten voice
Less haunting than when you first sang it for me
You asked me to light the candles
I was honored
She asked me
Clutching her little sisterâs hand
âWillow, do you have a special Christmas song? Do you have candles for Christmas?â
So I sang O Come Immanuel in Latin
Told her of my Advent wreath
The candles I light each Sunday in my kitchen
I looked at the presents stacked under
The construction paper âholiday treeâ
You asked if it offended me
I said, âChristmas is pretty secular these daysâ
And I gave the girls Hanukkah presents
Wrapped in blue with silver ribbons
You gave me a Christmas gift
Covered in red and green
She asked me at bedtime
To sing the song again
And if I knew it in English
So I sang and sang and sang
(There are so many verses)
And she fell asleep
I still donât know the words to the first night blessing
Or what it means
But I think about it on the second night each year
Think âI should text herâ
Think âitâs been too many yearsâ
Too many missed birthdays and occasions
But I still think of the wild curls of your hair
So different from the curls in mine
Still hear you ask me if Iâm going to mass
Tonight or in the morning
âIsnât it a holy day of requirement or something?â
âIâm not quite that practicing anymore,â I laugh
I help you string blue and white lights
Draw out six-sided stars for cutting out
Bring chocolate coins and hide them
In tiny shoes for St. Nicholas Day
You use them for gelt instead
Iâve still never spun a dreidel
âAre you sure the tree doesnât bother you? Christian appropriation?â
âHey now, Iâm Catholic, not Christian. Donât lump me in with them.â
âGoyim,â you mutter as you kiss my cheek
I snag another piece of challah
And grin at you as little voices ask me to sing
Happy second holy night
#poetry#writing#personal#willow is writing#poem#Hanukkah#chanukah#words#youâll never know how much I miss you#original poem
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Goth music will have a rhythmic bass guitar with spooky synth that makes you want to walk at a steady pace and fucking get someone
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katsuki is sitting on the couch in the living room, holding his new little baby in his arms, and you notice that he's just been staring at him for the longest time. adjusts his little hat so his head doesn't get cold, pulls his small hands away from his face so he doesn't scratch himself.
and they're both quiet for a while, aside from the occasional squirmy baby noise, but katsuki eventually speaks up to askâ
"why's he lookin' at me like that?"
not only is the question itself funny, but the way it's voiced â tone deep and gruff, almost affronted â pulls a true laugh from you, has you shaking your head as you come around the couch to stand beside him.
and sure enough â your new little bean is frowning. even his little hairless browline is furrowed, hard.
you laugh again, sharp enough that your son wiggles in katsuki's arms. "because you're looking at him like that."
katsuki tch's, before turning to give you his son's exact same expression. "no 'm not. this is just my face."
"well, maybe that's just his face."
his frown deepens, hilariously enough. "ain't his face with you." and then he looks back down at him, like he's checking to see if he's still being glared at. he is. "looks like he's pissed."
"maybe he is."
you don't bother to correct him, to inform that your son does, in fact, give you a stink face every now and again â just like his father â and instead you watch katsuki lean down close to him, until their noses are nearly touching. watch the way little fingers squeeze around katsuki's thumb.
"the hell do you have to be pissed about, huh?" katsuki asks, voice quiet and low and small, enough for the boy in his arms. "far as i'm concerned, you're livin' the life."
you only laugh, smile while running a hand through katsuki's hair.
you'd say you are, too.
#i had this image of bakugou frowning down at his son who is frowning up at him LMAOOOO#it's so funny when babies look like that akfbdjaka like they're mad as hell#okie byeeeee back to my vacation hehe#cw children#âż willow writes#âż thoughts: bakugou#âż theme: dad bakugou#âż theme: domestic bakugou
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kit, jentry and the art of misunderstanding
this is basically just a really long post going over kit and jentry's interactions in eps 8 and 9 bc i've seen some people feel like their characterization took a sharp turn ("they made kit act like an incel", "they made jentry reject him just because he's a demon", etc), when i thought both their actions were perfectly understandable and a pretty natural evolution of their not-relationship. i think the key thing to remember when watching these scenes is that both characters have very different assumptions about the current status of their relationship, partly because they were never able to sit down and define it in the first place.
kit thinks he and jentry are functionally together, that any hesitation on jentry's part is the result of some fixable fault of his own, while jentry thinks they were never a thing to begin with, and especially not now after kit betrayed her trust.
so this is where the trouble really begins, tho i think even earlier in this conversation is when they started to be on different pages. up until this point, kit had been hoping she'd forgive him, and was taken aback when she said she wasn't looking for apologies. then she started reiterating her belief in his soul and relating to the feeling of being trapped with a life defined by someone else
jentry pov: even though i'm feeling deeply betrayed, kit doesn't deserve to be under anyone's thumb. we'll help each other out and then we'll part ways amicably. that'll make things right.
kit pov: hold up. 'make things right'? as in... make up? as in... a relationship is still on the table? :D
jentry pov: after the powers are gone there'll be nothing tying kit to me, and nothing tying either of us to mr cheng. he'll be free to move on and choose whatever new life he wants.
kit pov: she said 'you and me' like we're a pair! so she still wants to be with me after all :D we're reconnecting!!
so this is when kit starts getting possessive. there's definitely good old fashioned jealousy at play, but i also think kit was genuinely under the impression that he and jentry were reconnecting, and that jentry should have no reason to be interested in michael at this point.
back at school he's genuinely confused, because he has no idea jentry isn't into him anymore. he helped her get rid of the powers and made up with her, so now they should be back in business. he did the mum thing that's apparently a romantic gesture jentry likes, so shouldn't she be happy about it? look how thoughtful he's being!
jentry pov: ohhh shoot, he doesn't get that i don't wanna be with him anymore. i can't deal with any more stressful demon stuff......... how do i put this nicely...
kit pov: yep haha ^_^ no more powers, yay! it's like what you said back at my house! now that you don't have the powers nothing is getting in the way of our relationship anymore, like mr cheng and gugu's game. peace and love on planet earth <3
jentry pov: i need to let this dude down as GENTLY AS PHYSICALLY POSSIBLE. i want to word this in a way that SCREAMS "you're an okay dude, just not what I personally want out of a relationship right now" because I know he has issues with his sense of identity. so i will focus on how the relationship itself can't be normal. this will hopefully take the brunt of rejection off him as an individual and lay the blame at the feet of unfortunate circumstances
kit pov: ohhhh so she WANTS to be in a relationship with me but i'm not acting normal enough
jentry pov: ok thank god. he gets that i don't want us to be together AND he took it gracefully.
kit pov: so she's saying we can be together... once i start acting more normal? that's slightly upsetting. but totally doable :)
jentry pov: i will now pursue michael since i've cleared things up with kit ^_^ yaaayyy
kit pov: what the hell??? i'm trying to be normal for her???? like she ASKED me to?? but now she's flirting with michael out of nowhere???
jentry pov: THIS CREEPY ASS DUDE KEEPS STALKING ME AFTER I TOLD HIM IM NOT INTERESTED
kit pov: i am doing Normal Displays of Normal Human Affection like she literally asked me to >:( ok well not literally but she INSINUATED
from his pov, she's not even giving him a chance to "correct" his behavior before she runs off with someone else, toying with his emotions. he's trying to "out-normal" michael to win her back, but it's frustrating and terrifying bc if there's one thing he Can Not handle it's rejection
jentry pov: this guy obviously can't take a gentle let-down, so I need to be more blunt about this. he stalked me, lied to me, tried to kill me. how can he NOT see why i don't want to be around him anymore? what the heck is his problem?? how much meaner do i need to be about this before he finally leaves me alone???
kit pov: ok, so the mask is coming off now. she said i was more human than i thought, that a soul is made up of the decisions you make, who you choose to be. but i didn't choose to be centuries old, i didn't choose to drain qi, those are all intrinsic parts of my demonic existence. was all that talk a lie? do i not have a soul after all? am i not human enough for her? was she just trying to spare my feelings this whole time?
jentry pov: he's so creepy and possessive, i hate this, why can't he just take no for an answer!!? (<- objectively true btw)
kit pov: she's avoiding the question, so she means 'yes' and is too proud to say it. she doesn't like me because i'm a demon, and if i was a normal human, we'd be together right now
so of course he gets so upset he punches the lockers. it's not extreme or out of character, he thinks everything jentry told him about his humanity was a lie. that there IS something inherently wrong with him that nothing but the acquisition of a soul could fix. that he's back to square one, that mr cheng was right, that no one could possibly love him in his natural state. that he is, inherently, down to his core, a monster.
but at least this time, he doesn't have to kill jentry to get what she he wants (because it was never really about her. he never prioritized her happiness. everything he did to change 'for' her was always about desperately maintaining the sense of human connection he craved)
#this felt soooo soo good to write i LOVE being cringey and overanalyzing cartoons <3#willow whispers#jentry chau vs the underworld#jentry chau vs the underworld spoilers
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He was so desperate for a place to sleep, but now there are more important things on his mind.
Part 5
#this is my first scheduled post ooh iâm so excited#also not gonna lie writing properly on these posts feel so weird#lucentâs posts#the owl house#toh#hunter toh#toh willow#huntlow#art#lucentâs art#after hollow mind au
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Current* WIPS
Salt and Wine- Sanders Sides AU. Side story to the Kingdom of Sanders, Remus/Logan went from Plot what plot to porn what porn.
Cider and Kings- Sanders Sides AU. The currently final story in the Kingdom of Sanders AU. Roman is going to get made king officially, but first other things
Pretty Boy- Sanders Sides AU, Omegaverse, explicit, Dukeceit, historical romance
Monsterous Roomates- Sanders Sides AU, assorted short stories
Dead Poets Society- Sanders Sides AU, prequel to Monsterous Roomates, Virgil/Roman
beginings and endings- Witcher AU Omegaverse, I'm mostly having fun worldbuilding
Witcher Winter- Witcher AU,
Witcher OCS- Backstories for assorted Witcher OCs because I like designing characters and have no control over my life
*current here meaning the ones that I have active thoughts about
less than current wips: The Green Knight's Lady (Sanders Sides), Stupid Deathnote AU (TAZ Balance).
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Chapters: 8/? Fandom: Sanders Sides (Web Series), Thomas Sanders Shorts Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply, Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Creativity | Roman "Princey" Sanders & Sleep | Remy Sanders, Anxiety | Virgil Sanders & Sleep | Remy Sanders, Anxiety | Virgil Sanders/Creativity | Roman "Princey" Sanders Characters: Sleep | Remy Sanders, Creativity | Roman "Princey" Sanders, Anxiety | Virgil Sanders, October | Toby Sanders, OFC, OMC, The Critic (Sanders Sides) Additional Tags: Past Relationship(s), Blood, Violence, monster au, Vampire Anxiety | Virgil Sanders, Vampire Sleep | Remy Sanders, mid ninetys fashion, Casual Sex, Scars, we respect sexworkers here sir, 90s goth Virgil is a gift, Horror Elements, Sex Work, Sort Of, Pizza, Claustrophobia, Buried Alive, Temporary Amnesia, Casual Drug Use, Gaslighting, prolonged flashback, Dehumanizing Language, Genderfluid Character, in the 90s economy?, Alcohol, Attempted Sexual Assault, Vampire Sex Series: Part 4 of Before they were Roommates, Part 24 of Monstrous Roommates Summary:
Remy is back in New York after some time away, and gets to introduce two of his favorite people to each other. Neither Virgil nor Roman is particularly pleased about this, at least at first.
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Iâm so glad I got a chapter done this month.
Added a couple new tags!
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Rafe Cameron works
Concepts/blurbs.
Daddy Issues- After your dad is arrested, you work out a deal to bail him out with his boss.
Sleeping beauty- Rafe gives into his dark urges after stalking you.
Cry baby-Rafe asks you to put on a show for him after youâre caught in his room.
Perverted-Barryâs best friend Rafe Cameron, gives you a ride home.
Double trouble You walk in on your best friend and your crush doing something very questionable. Not only are they enemies, your crush on Rafe Cameron was top secret.
Soulmates- An AU where everyone has a soulmate. Your long term boyfriend cheats on you with his. But you get revenge by pretending to date his worst enemy. Rafe Cameron.
Unholy contrition- As the preachers daughter, you had a forbidden crush on the outer banks kook king. Fate made your father the priest of his fatherâs funeral, setting off a new chain of events. Including more interaction with a famous star on only fans whoâs your biggest supporter.
Knife play- Rafe decides to indulge in a dark little fantasy of yours.
Bite me-When picking up Wheezie from school, Rafe sees a mysterious attractive woman who gains his interest. He tries to charm her but finds out thereâs way more to her than meets the eye.
Checkmate, Bitch! -After a New Yearâs party, you wake up to your best friend, Rafe Cameron coming through your window. Only heâs covered in blood. And acting strange.
Talk to me You and Rafe have been dating over six months. But your mental state is preventing him from getting closer to you. And he canât hold it in.
#willow writes#rafe cameron#rafe cameron smut#outerbanks rafe#rafe outer banks#rafe x you#rafe fanfiction#rafe smut#rafe x reader#rafe imagine#dividers by anitalenia
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the reason they tell you to keep your writing concise is because if you make a sentence with too many clauses, victo hugo comes back from the dead reanimated by pure carnal desire for you
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DP x DC Prompt: "Rematch"
Back when Jason was still a wee baby Robin, Bruce was in business negotiations with some company from out west. Jason wasn't paying attention to whatever it was that Bruce did during his day job, CEO is a boring job anyway, he wants to be a doctor or something so he can help people.
But he notices when Bruce starts acting strange.
It's subtle, yes, and Jason doesn't think most people would even notice something amiss, but he's Robin, he's Batman's partner, he knows Bruce better than anyone except maybe Alfred or Dick, but Alfred is on holiday in England for a week or two, and Dick is on one of his "no talking to Bruce unless the world ends" binges, so Jason really is the only one in a position to do anything.
It's up to Robin to save the day.
Jason investigates Bruce's comings and goings and the CEO of this potential new business partner of WE is kinda shady. He's slimy. Definitely keeping secrets. Jason dislikes this Vladimir Masters right away. Especially when it becomes apparent that he's doing something to Bruce during one of their business dinners that makes Bruce's eyes glaze over in a very worrying manner.
Jason is so not going to let this guy mess with his dad's mind.
It ends with Vlad being beaten up and chased out of Gotham by an enraged Robin. Bruce turns out to be fine and doesn't remember the incident. Jason doesn't tell him, just types up a report and files it in Bruce's archives. Alfred comes back from England, and Dick drops by again to steal Jason away for some brotherly bonding, and everything is fine.
Jason never forgets Vlad Masters and how he tried to manipulate Bruce. Not even a resurrection and a Lazarus pit swim will make him forget that guy.
So naturally, when he starts coming around the manor more and more, and hears that Vlad Masters is sniffing around Tim in hopes of manipulating WE's CEO, he is ready for round two. He's got a bone to pick, and he's bringing the big guns (All-Blades)
And if this round two happens at a gala where Sam Manson is present to see and capture the whole thing with her camera, well, Jason has gained a couple of fans back in Amity Park.
#willow's writing prompts#jason can hold a grudge#the batfam is so confused#nobody knows why jason is frothing at the mouth when seeing this nobody CEO from the middle of bumfuck nowhere#jason todd#red hood#all blades#batman#bruce wayne#vlad plasmius#vlad masters#rematch#sam manson#dc#dp x dc#danny phantom
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Forbidden Crown - V
Summary: During a sleepless night, you stumble upon Kit alone in the garden. After making up from your fight, discussions of your future lead to a night of confessions and heated passion.
Pairing: kit tanthalos x princess!reader
Contains: smut!!, oral, light fingering, kissing, first time, outdoor sex, nipple play, confessions, forced marriage trope, nightmares, making up, 18+
Word Count: 3.1k
A/N: Itâs finally here!! This is not the end. Thereâs gonna be 2-3 more chapters after this. Also, is this intimacy lowkey beautiful? I had such sappy little feelings writing this.
Not speaking to Kit after your fight was agonizing. Each morning, you woke up and spent the day assisting your mothers with wedding planning while avoiding each other at all costs. You had to admit, you missed her terribly; there were nights you lay awake, wondering if you should go find her and apologize, until you replayed your fight in your mind and anger washed over you once more.
One morning, you had woken up slightly later than usual, and descended the stairs into the Great Hall to find Kit sitting with her mother, accompanied by two men you didnât recognize. Sorsha chatted with the men excitedly, while Kit sat quietly, wearing a pained and bored expression.
One of the men, identifiable as a diplomatic envoy by his fine garments dyed in Galladoorn green, reached into his satchel, pulled out a document, and slid it over to Sorsha. âI can assure you, your highness, the kingdom of Galladoorn is in high spirits over this alliance. I trust the contractual negotiations are to your liking?â
Sorsha scanned over the document, humming in approval. âEverything seems very fair, yes. My daughter is immensely grateful for the opportunity to marry Prince Graydon, isnât that right Kit?â
Kit scoffed in response. Sorsha (not-so-gently) nudged her under the table, causing her to stifle a groan and reluctantly nod. With one final nod of satisfaction, Sorsha dipped her quill pen in ink and signed the bottom of the contract, sliding it back across the table.
âAll we need is a notarization,â the envoy stated, looking towards his partner. The notary, donning a modest tunic and a feathered hat, took the quill from Sorsha and signed his own name just underneath. He passed it to the envoy to tuck into his satchel, and handshakes were immediately exchanged around the table.
âPrince Graydon is quite eager to make your acquaintance, Princess,â the envoy assured Kit as he shook her hand. âAnd who could blame him? I would be too if I were betrothed to such a beauteous young maiden.â
He shot her a sly wink, prompting her expression to crumple in disgust. You couldnât hold back the audible gag that left your throat at his comment, causing Kit to turn in your direction. She met your gaze, finally noticing your presence in the doorway and froze in place.
The finalization of her betrothal should have left you emotional. Normally, you would cause some sort of commotion, or rush over to the envoy to attempt to destroy the contract. Instead, you simply offered Kit a curt nod as you turned away and calmly made your exit.
That night was spent tossing and turning as a recurring nightmare from your fifteenth year overtook you. Familiar fears revisited your subconscious, using recent events to transform into a new horror.
The dream began as usual, with you and Kit making flower bouquets in the Tir Asleen garden. This time however, instead of leading you astray, she offered her bouquet and pulled you in for a sweet kiss. You closed your eyes as you savored the familiar warmth of her soft lips, almost pillowy against your own.
When you pulled away, expecting to see Kitâs shining face, you gasped when Airk suddenly stood before you. Glancing down, you found that once again, a wedding gown had replaced your everyday clothing, and the bouquet Kit gifted you had wilted in your hands. Faceless guests lined chairs in rows, the weight of their stares falling upon you as you stood at the altar.
Behind you stood a priest, wearing a stoic expression as he spoke mechanically. âWe are gathered here today in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.â
âAmen,â chanted the guests in unison, their monotony making your skin crawl.
âDo you,â the priest eyed you. âTake Prince Airk Tanthalos to be your lawful wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do you part?â
âNo!â You shrieked, but none of the guests reacted. You tried to break away, but found your hands had been chained to Airkâs. âI cannot take him, please forgive me! I donât love him!â
You felt someone nudge your shoulder, and turned to see Kit standing behind you. She wore a wedding dress eerily similar to yours, and her hands were bound to another faceless character presumed to be her own groom. Any previous color had been drained from her features, and she spoke with a tone as lifeless as her facial expression.
âMarriage isnât about love, Princess.â
Once again, you shot up in bed, gasping for breath as you clutched your pounding heart. A quick glance out the window showed a still-black sky, with no indication of the morning sun. You grabbed your pillow and buried your face in it, the linen helping to muffle your frustrated groans.
Fearing a repeat of the nightmare, you decided sleep was futile. Abandoning your bed, you quickly donned your nightrobe and prepared for an insomnia-induced stroll through the castle.
Cool January wind pricked your face as you ventured outside. Usually, you would wrap your nightrobe tighter around yourself, but tonight, you welcomed the cold air as a distraction from the whirlwind of thoughts plaguing your mind.
You wandered the castle grounds with a lantern in hand, your feet inadvertently guiding you towards the Tir Asleen garden. Yielding to your subconscious, you sought solace among the shrubs and snowdrops. Just as you reached the gated entrance, a soft rustle echoed from within the garden. You froze as you saw a shadowy figure shift in the distance, fearing you had stumbled upon an intruder.
With a trembling hand, you raised your lantern to reveal the figure. Your heart skipped a beat when Kitâs face came into view, sitting beneath the tree where you shared your first childhood kiss. Neither of you dared to speak. With a sigh, you turned to leave, reaching for the gate latch.
âWaitâŚâ she called out.
You paused, hand still on the gate. Kit looked at you with pleading eyes, hugging her knees to her chest. âPlease donât goâŚâ
Pity washed over you, overriding any lingering anger. Kit appeared like a wounded bird: fragile, frail, a fragment of her former self. You approached and settled opposite her, facing but keeping your body pointed away.
Silence enveloped you both. You continued to study Kitâs newfound decrepitude as she rested her head on her knees. The lantern you had set aside highlighted her dark circles, shadowed like bruised fruit yet to ripen.
âI have so much to apologize for,â she murmured eventually, her voice coming out soft and meek. Lifting her head, she tucked her chin between her knees but avoided your gaze. âI really, truly do. Iâve been so⌠angry, and I took it out on you.â
âWhy me?â You asked sincerely. âHave I done something to offend you? Because if soâŚâ
She shook her head, cutting you off. âThere was no order, no reason. I was hurt⌠and I wanted someone else to feel that hurt⌠and you were there. Thatâs all.â
You continued to stare, resisting the urge to reach out and soothe her tousled hair. Instead, you remained still, waiting for her to speak again.
âI was so lost in my own despair, I neglected to consider your distress,â she continued. âIâve been so contrite, but I donât expect your forgiveness. Iâd understand if you were to loathe me.â
She didnât need to beg; you crawled over and wrapped your arms around her. âI could never loathe you.â
Kit looked up, her big blue eyes brimming with tears. âYou couldnât?â
âOf course not,â you reassured her. âI love you.â
The word slipped out before you could stop it, the one word neither of you had uttered to each other before. You froze, feeling her tense in your arms. Those brilliant baby blues, the ones you had fallen for, continued to stare up at you, but you refused to meet them.
âYou do?â She asked, disbelief coloring her tone.
You bit your lip, nervously playing with the ends of her short locks. She studied your features for a moment before a sly smirk spread across her own. Reaching behind her neck, she grasped your hand and pulled you into a captivating kiss. Your lips immediately melted into hers, engulfed in the familiar warmth you craved during her absence. She snaked her free hand around your waist, and you reciprocated by clutching the fabric of her nightshirt, both of you desperate to draw closer.
It was her who finally broke the kiss, pulling away with a sigh. âI love you too, if that wasnât clear,â she chuckled lazily.
âIt was,â you giggled, still a bit dizzy. Unsure of what to do next, you made a feeble attempt at a joke. âSuch a pity marriage isnât about love, isnât it?â
Kitâs smile vanished instantly, guilt returning to her widened eyes. âI didnâtââ
âNo, no, you were right,â you cut her off, repositioning so your head could lean against her chest. âMarriage isnât about loveâŚâ you admitted sadly, regretting your jest. âThough⌠it should beâŚâ
The last sentence was murmured under your breath, but Kit heard it anyway. She stared off into the distance, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as she contemplated her next words. âIâve heard whispersâŚâ she began.
You glanced up at her, curious. âWhispers?â
âOf other kingdoms, far more⌠advanced than ours. More innovative. More⌠accepting.â
Turning to face her, your expression twisted with confusion and disbelief. âKit⌠what exactly are you suggesting?â
She took your hands in hers as she carefully surveyed your features. âI donât want to lose you. I donât want to watch you walk down the aisle to my brother. I donât want to marry Graydon, or any man, or anyone else but youâŚâ
âKitâŚâ you interrupted gently, urging her to get to the point.
She sighed, squeezing your hands. âI want you to come with me.â
You couldnât believe your ears. âWhere?â
âI donât know,â she admitted with a smile. âSomewhere that will allow us to be together, somewhere that isnât here.â
âKitâŚâ you began, shaking your head in disbelief. âSurely youâre not suggesting we⌠run away?â
âNot immediately,â she assured you, brow furrowing in thought. âIt will take some time. Weâll need a plan. Some essentials. Research on different kingdoms and villages. We could even flee to an African country! Iâve read of societies that encourage the union between two womenâŚâ
âKit,â you cut her off with a chuckle as you tried to be the voice of reason. âHow could we possibly get to Africa?â
âWeâll devise a way!â A crazed smile crossed her face as she pulled you closer. âIn the worst of perils, weâll retreat to the Wildwood and live as simple woodswomen!â
Your expression turned serious. âBut our kingdoms. Our responsibilities. Even if we were to flee to a different kingdom, we wouldnât be princesses. We would be common villagers. You wouldnât harbor the same power you do here, Kit.â
Kit simply sent you a lopsided grin. âPerhaps that wouldnât be such a terrible thing.â
A defeated sigh left your lips as you searched her expression for humor, but found none. âYouâre truly serious about this?â
All the love and admiration in the world couldnât compare to the way she gazed at you. âIâve never been more serious about anyone my entire life.â
There was nothing you could do to stop the way your heart lurched at her words. You nodded. âAlright.â
âAlright?â
âThe weddings arenât until next month. We can use that time to plan and leave the night before.â
Kit grabbed your face and pressed her nose to yours with an excited giggle. âI love you so much.â
âI love you too,â you whispered joyously before crashing your lips into hers. She eagerly reciprocated, grabbing handfuls of your hair in an attempt to draw you closer. Your arms encircled her, fingernails clawing at the back of her nightshirt as if you were underwater, desperately seeking a surface.
She moved atop you, swinging her leg over until she straddled your hips. The tree bark pressed against your back, scratching against your nightclothes like a scribeâs quill on parchment. Her lips traveled to your jaw, rolling your sensitive flesh between her teeth and eliciting soft moans from deep within your throat.
âKitâŚâ the name fell from your mouth in short gasps. Her hands were everywhere, roaming your body with the urgency of a desert traveler seeking water. Each brush, every gentle caress burned at your core, causing your body to tremble under her touch.
Desperate for release, your hips instinctively bucked against hers. You expected her to pull away, as she had when you were teenagers. She didnât. Instead, her moans filled your mouth and vibrated against your lips.
You were the one to pull away, panting heavily as you pressed against her shoulders. âK-Kit? Are you⌠I mean⌠is this alright?â
Kit seemed to be lost in a daze. Her pretty pink lips were slick with spit and parted slightly as she fought to catch her breath. âI love you, Princess,â she began. âI long to share the remainder of my days⌠every fiber of my being with you. But only if youâll allow me.â
You didnât respond. You didnât have to. All you needed to do was sit up and pull her into a tender kiss to convey your agreement. Her hands wandered to your midsection, untying your nightrobe and slipping it off your shoulders. All that remained between you and her was your thin nightgown. She traced the hem with her fingers, looking to you for permission. You nodded, shifting to allow her to pull it up over your shoulders before casting it aside.
Kit gazed upon your naked body as if it were a work of art sculpted by the Greek gods. She layed you back down, gently lowering your head unto the base of the tree as the cool grass tickled your bare skin. Her visage could only be defined as lovesick. âWill you tell me if I should stop?â
A breathless sigh escaped your lips. âI canât imagine Iâll want you to.â
âPromise me,â she insisted, and you saw her request for what it was. Behind her hungry stares, amidst her growing need was a real, genuine pursuit of consent. You nodded, agreeing, and she was on you again.
Her lips traversed beneath your jawline, leaving a trail of kisses before stopping at your chest. âContinue?â
âPlease,â you purred.
She took one of your breasts in her hand, pinching the erect bud. The soft sounds that elicited from your throat could have been enough to cease her heartâs beating. Her mouth found its way to your other breast, suckling at your swollen nipple with careful curiosity.
You groaned as your hand flew to the top of her head. âKit⌠please donât teaseâŚâ
Removing herself from your bosom was a task that Kit was initially reluctant to do, but soon complied after your hips began rolling into her once more. She resumed peppering kisses down your torso, pausing just above your mons. âSurely youâd like to stop now?â
You gave her a small laugh, shaking your head. âFar from it.â
With a serious determination, Kit dragged her index finger up the length of your wet folds, noting the way your breath hitched when she came in contact with your clit. Lowering her head, she squinted to observe the pink pearl, barely visible in the dim lantern light, which seemed to sweeten your sounds. She experimented with her fingertips once more, gently encircling your clit with the fascination of a honeybee drawn to a blossoming flower.
âKitâŚâ you growled, hips chasing her touch.
Your novice lover couldnât help but marvel at the way your juices glistened on her skin. Overcome with intrigue, she stuck her slick-covered finger in her mouth, moaning at the taste.
âIs it pleasing?â You asked.
âVery,â she replied. âLike a salted peach.â
It didnât take long for Kit to dive into you like a woman starved, using her tongue to explore every inch of your wet slit. She didnât know what she was doing, but she was a determined and fast learner, each breath, each shift, each guttural cry from your throat helping her to gauge your needs and proceed from there.
Soon, amidst your labored breaths and electric shocks of pleasure came an unfamiliar sensation deep inside your pelvis, as if someone had wound a spring tightly around your muscles. âK-KitâŚâ you sputtered. âIt feels quite tenseâŚâ
Kit groaned in recognition, murmuring something akin to âthe lewd literature.â She spoke while her mouth was still on you, each word vibrating against your core and adding to the stimulation. âBreathe, beautiful. Youâre doing so well. Trust me, lean into it, itâll feel so good.â
You did as you were told, relaxing your muscles and leaning into the powerful sensations. The way Kit looked up at you as she lapped at your folds only spurred you forward, nearer, closer to wherever you were going. It wasnât long before a burst of warmth exploded in your abdomen, causing your legs to tremble and your vision to blur. You squeezed your thighs together against her head, ragged breaths pleading with her to stay right where she was as you rode out your climax.
Kit lifted her head up once your breathing evened out, grinning up at you with a mouth coated in your slick. âWas that alright?â
âMore than,â you assured her, still panting. âMuch more than.â
She crawled back up to you and tenderly brought her lips to yours. Hints of your arousal still lingered on her tongue, irrefutable evidence of the events that just transpired. You hummed as she pulled back, goofy, embarrassing grins spread across both of your faces.
âShall I return the favor?â You asked, trying to be seductive but your eyelids were drooping heavily.
Kit chuckled, taking your face in her hands. âAt a later time,â she responded, thumbing the dark rings under your eyes. âIt appears we both could use some sleep.â
Too tired to argue, you let your head fall back onto Kitâs chest. She smirked, reaching for your discarded nightrobe and draping it over both of you. Her arm settled upon your shoulders as she nestled into your hair, planting a kiss on your head. âSleep well, Princess.â
That night, you both slept in the Tir Asleen garden, intertwined under the treeâs protective branches until the first light of dawn crested the horizon.
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