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kiatheinsomniac · 2 years ago

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.・✫・゜・。. ｡⋆ʚ[ 𝐊𝐎-𝐅𝐈 𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐔𝐏! ]♡⃛ɞ ──── 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐔𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 ˊˎ - ☾ ⋆ ﾟ𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 / 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: mar. - apr. 2023: top supporter @tired-lime sorry for the delay! ♡ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Adrian 'Alucard' Tepes x Reader 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1k 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: none

Alucard’s huff of annoyance puffed against your lips as Trevor came crashing down on your private moment between the bookshelves of the Belmont Hold. His lean body was towering over you, having pressed your back to one of the stacks of shelves. His one hand was placed on your waist, thumb smoothing over your clothed skin in intimate and comforting circles; meanwhile the other hand’s fingers were gently curled beneath your chin to tenderly tilt your head up as his fanged mouth descended upon yours in what would have been a tender kiss if not for the atmosphere being ruined.

Adrian’s golden eyes flickered to the side to look at Trevor who now had a smug look on his face as the dhampir turned his head to face him. The Belmont's muscular arms were folded over his chest and everything about his body language said exactly the words that Alucard knew were about to fall from his mouth: ‘It’s about damn time - I was starting to think you didn’t have it in you, Alucard.’

“It’s about damn time - I was starting to think you didn’t have it in you, Alucard.” He said with a teasing look on his face. You huffed out a disappointed sigh and let your head fall forward to rest against Alucard’s collarbone, upset that the moment had been ruined when you had been just millimetres away from kissing him for the first time - the dhampir who had stolen your heart.

“Get lost, Belmont.” Alucard said plainly and dryly, not maliciously and yet with a tone that told him that he found this situation nowhere near as funny as Trevor did.

“Alright, lovebirds~ As long as I don’t hear any creaking later.” And with that said, he walked out of sight away from the aisle that the two of you had thought you were hidden away in.

“Oh my god…” You groaned against Alucard’s chest, mortified.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧*:･ﾟ✧ ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

You had taken Alucard into the kitchen when he had entered your room in the night, unable to sleep, unable to bear that harsh reality that he had killed his own father. You had offered to make him some comfort food as you gave him your shoulder to cry on and he had ended up kneeling on the floor between your legs where you were sitting upon a chair, his face buried in your sternum and arms wrapped securely around your waist as he wet your nightgown with his tears.

He had calmed down now with your sweet whispers and tender caresses as your fingers delicately combed through his silken gold hair. Now, your forehead rested against his as you gazed deeply into each other’s eyes. Your thumb gently smoothed across his angular cheekbone and trailed right down to his pillowy bottom lip, tugging down just enough on it to get a flash of fangs.

He leaned up to close the miniscule distance between the two of you and his lips pressed to yours in a kiss that spoke thousands of words of thanks to you for just being here in this moment with him, for having woken and got out of bed just to care for him in this moment of need. You kissed him slowly, sweetly, letting him take the lead entirely as you had risen from your bed this night with his comfort being your top priority. Nothing could ruin this perfect moment as his hands encased your sides and yours ran down his back, nails lightly scratching across his shoulder blades over his shirt to make him shiver slightly. Nothing except for the smell of the porridge burning at the bottom of the pot where it had been left unattended for so long, anyway.

You pulled away from his sweet lips with a curse upon yours as you shot out of the chair to take the pot off the stove.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧*:･ﾟ✧ ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

You watched with a little smile on your lips as Adrian placed with the children of the village, impressing them with his vampiric abilities, letting them admire his fangs in a look of fascination whereas you all had not so long ago lived in a time where these children would have ran in fear at such a sight. He had a little girl perched on his shoulder while two more kids stood around his feet, one of them holding onto his cape as he spoke to them. They had taken to calling him father as so many of them had lost their own fathers to night creatures. It filled you with a sort of warmth to see this side of your lover - he truly was a soft and delicate man at his heart behind his hardened warrior’s shell.

You knew that these children in particular were orphans and that they were more attached to Adrian than any other as he was now the only sort of parental figure they had. You had learned this from the things they would tell you when you often acted as their teacher and brought them into the castle’s library. With that same smile on your lips, you approached the little group of them as Alucard set down the little girl from his shoulder and greeted you with a peck to the cheek.

“Mother, are you teaching us in the library today?” Your eyes widened a little at the name as it was not something they had ever called you before but you tried to not show your shock too much as it felt cruel to shoot them down when they were only looking for comfort after having lived through such trying times.

“Mother?” You questioned and then quickly added your answer so as to not let them think this was too serious and to assure them you weren’t offended, “And we can go to the library if you’d like.”

“Well if Alucard is father now and he’s in love with you, who else would mother be? That’s how it works.” The little girl piped up. Your gaze melted like butter when it met Adrian’s molten gold eyes at knowing even these children had picked up on how much you loved each other and saw you as their parents.

“I think I’ll join today too.” Your lover added. The children replied in a chorus of cheers but you couldn’t stop your heart from fluttering in your chest, nor could you take your eyes from the man who owned each and every one of its beats.

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oct0bra1ns · 1 month ago

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It's been so long i forgot how i formatted my posts, oops. @keencoffeefox here ya go

The throne room echoed with silence, broken only by the heavy rustle of your ceremonial robes. The crown on your head weighed more than gold—it carried the burden of resentment. Across from you stood your older brother, Prince Adrian, the rightful heir who had everything ripped away. His sharp gaze followed you like a predator, cold and unforgiving.

"Enjoying the weight of my crown?" Adrian’s voice dripped with scorn. He stood too close, his lips curving into a sneer. "I hope it crushes you.That crown doesn’t suit you,” he muttered, the corner of his mouth curling in disdain. “It’s just waiting for you to fail.”

Ever since you were named the new heir, Adrian made no effort to hide his contempt. His presence felt like a constant threat—sharp words, veiled glares, and subtle reminders that the crown would always belong to him. Even the warmth of family dinners had turned into silent battles, with him watching your every move as if waiting for you to slip.

And yet, despite his hatred, a small part of you still wanted his approval, the approval of your older brother who used to play with you, who used to sneak you out of lessons to go into town.

The brother who once looked at you with love, now looked at you like you were his greatest enemy.

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The attempt on your life came without warning.

It was a quiet night in the palace gardens. The scent of blooming roses filled the air, and the moonlight cast a pale silver glow over the winding stone paths. You had stepped away from the banquet to breathe—just for a moment. Alone, under the stars, the crown’s weight felt almost bearable.

Then, out of the shadows, a figure appeared—a glint of steel in their hand. Before you could react, the assassin's dagger plunged deep into your side, pain searing through your body. You staggered, blood soaking your clothes, your strength draining with each breath.

Your knees buckled, and you collapsed onto the grass, gasping for air. The world blurred as the garden spun around you, voices dimming into distant echoes. But just as the darkness threatened to pull you under, you felt a familiar, frantic grip on your body.

"NO!"

Adrian.

He was there, catching you before you could hit the ground. His hands pressed hard against the wound, trying to stop the bleeding, crimson staining his fingers and sleeves. His perfect composure shattered, leaving only raw panic in its place.

"Stay with me!" he whispered harshly, his breath ragged. He cupped your face with one trembling hand, forcing your unfocused gaze to meet his. "You can’t die. I won’t let you die."

For the first time, there was no trace of the cold, condescending brother you knew. His usual scorn was replaced by something far more terrifying—desperation, fear, and obsession all tangled together.

He looked down at you as though the thought of your absence was worse than any betrayal.

"Guards!" Adrian’s voice sliced through the night like a whip. "Find whoever did this! Bring them to me—alive!" His expression twisted with fury, a storm brewing beneath his calm mask. "They’ll pay for even thinking of touching you."

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You woke to the soft glow of candlelight flickering across the room. The scent of cedar and smoke was unmistakable—this wasn’t your room. Your side throbbed beneath tightly bound bandages, every breath a reminder of the dagger that had nearly ended your life. The silk sheets were too heavy, too warm, cocooning you in a false sense of security.

As your vision cleared, you saw him. Adrian sat at your bedside, hunched forward with his elbows on his knees, his fingers threaded through his hair. His royal poise was gone—he looked dishevelled, haunted, like he hadn’t slept since the moment you were attacked.

The moment you stirred, his head snapped up. The intensity in his gaze pinned you in place, making your heart race.

“You’re awake,” he breathed, the tension in his shoulders unravelling slightly. But instead of relief, there was something fierce in his gaze—an intensity that made your skin prickle. He leaned forward, resting one hand on your shoulder to keep you from sitting up further.

“You shouldn’t be moving,” he said, his voice quiet but edged with a sharpness that left no room for argument.

“I’m fine, Adrian,” you muttered, though the pain in your side made it clear you weren’t. “It’s not as bad as it looks.”

His expression darkened, and for a moment, you regretted speaking. “Not as bad?” he repeated, the words brittle with disbelief. “You were bleeding out in front of me—do you think that’s something I can just forget?”

There was no anger in his voice, only fear masked by frustration. His grip on your shoulder tightened slightly, not enough to hurt but enough to remind you that, in his mind, this was serious.

"Adrian, it’s not your fault—"

“I should’ve been there,” he interrupted, his voice low and trembling. "I should’ve been the one taking that blade, not you." He exhaled shakily, pressing a hand against his forehead, as if trying to rein in emotions that threatened to spill over. "You’re my little sibling... How could I let something like this happen to you?"

You shifted uncomfortably under the weight of his words, but Adrian leaned closer, his eyes clouded with something between guilt and obsession.

“I thought I hated you.” His voice was barely above a whisper, as if saying the words aloud made them heavier. “I thought losing the crown was the worst thing that could happen to me. But when I saw you lying there—” He broke off, his hands curling into fists. “I realized I didn’t care about the crown. I just wanted you to live.”

Silence hung heavy between you. The brother who had once stared at you with cold resentment now looked at you as though you were the only thing keeping him tethered to the world.

"Adrian," you began cautiously, "I’m not going anywhere."

His lips twitched into a small, fragile smile—one that didn’t reach his eyes. “You say that now. But if I hadn’t been there..." His voice trailed off, his jaw clenching as if the thought alone was too painful to finish.

“From now on,” he whispered, his voice low and resolute, “you’ll stay close. No more wandering off alone. No more reckless decisions.” His hand slid from your shoulder to hold your wrist, his grip firm but not harsh. “I’ll make sure of it.”

You frowned, pulling slightly against his grip. “I can take care of myself—”

“No,” Adrian said firmly, his voice sharp and final. “You won’t do this alone. I won’t let you.”

Adrian leaned forward, resting his forehead gently against yours in a rare, tender gesture. "You’re my little sibling," he murmured,"And I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe. No matter what."

You felt his arm slip around your shoulders, drawing you closer into an embrace that felt suffocating.The warmth of his touch was overwhelming, as if he believed holding you close would be enough to stop the world from taking you away again.

"You don’t need the crown," he whispered against your hair. "You only need me."

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lieutnt · 2 years ago

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hi hope you're doing well

I got reminded of my obsession with Castlevania :0 and reminded of how much poor Alucard suffered :((

So gentle Vampire male reader x Alucard

I just want reader to focus on Alucards pleasure , doing everything he asks for , because he deserves to be treated like royalty Reader is just pampering him with kisses while making him a whimpering mess And ofc the best aftercare in the world for Alucard <333

Also I hope you're having an amazing day <333

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Adrian Tepes x Vampire!Male Reader Summary: Pampering and gently fucking Adrian. Warnings: NSFW, 18+ Only. Top!male reader, bottom!Adrian, gentle sex, praising, lots of kissing, unprotected anal, riding, orgasms, aftercare, set after season 3, reader is at least strong enough to carry Adrian.

“Adrian?” His eyes screw shut tighter, chest stuttering with uneven breaths while tears of frustration sting behind his eyelids. You lean back slightly, attempting to rub soothing circles into his hips with your thumbs. “My love, we don’t have to-”

“No,” he interrupts, the grip on your arms tightening. After a few deep breaths Adrian manages to open his eyes, a pink flush slowly blooming across his face with the way you so gently look down at him. “I want to do this, I…”

You understand his hesitance - once he told you about Sumi and Taka everything had snapped into place, and the reason why he was so reluctant to get close to you at first became perfectly clear.

“How about we try something different?” You ask, his nervousness bleeding into the room. Normally with Adrian so quiet you would tease him, but when he simply nods, you don’t, instead encouraging him to sit up so you can press your mouth against his, his anxieties ebbing away as his head grows foggy.

Slowly, you manoeuvre your bodies until you’re the one pressed into the pillows and Adrian is on top, straddling your waist as you hungrily lick into his mouth, lowly moaning when he reciprocates with just as much vigour. When you break apart you barely manage to contain your grin as a noise of discontent rises from his throat, unhappy with the loss of your mouth.

“Is this better?” You whisper, and Adrian takes a moment, blinking dazedly before sitting up and looking down, realising where he now was. He can feel your cock, hard and hot, poking him, and the blush trails down his chest. Hands falling down to his waist you gently squeeze, bringing his attention back to you. “We go at your pace, whatever you want to do.”

Overcome with emotion he surges forward, bringing you into a hungry kiss, tongue trailing over your fangs with excitement. When one of your hands moves to tangle in his hair and cup the back of his head to keep him pressed against you he moans into your mouth, hips unintentionally grinding down against your stomach. He’s hard against you, and when your other hand travels to his cock, thumb collecting the drops of pre that had gathered before you begin to stroke him, Adrian breaks the kiss, forehead falling into your shoulder as he gasps at the contact.

He revels in the pleased hum that rumbles in your chest, your mouth now paying attention to his neck, allowing your fangs to gently drag against the skin before you begin to lather at a certain spot, intent on marking his neck.

You don’t get the chance, your head falling back when Adrian takes you in his hand, stroking your shaft as you twitch in his hold. With new found confidence he shuffles back, looking at you with blown pupils and only a thin ring of gold in his eyes when you finally tilt your head back up. Your chest contracts with a sharp intake when he holds your cock to his hole and begins to slowly sink down until he’s flush against you, the slide easy thanks to the prep you did earlier.

Neither of you move, basking in the presence of each other while you wait for Adrian to adjust, hands trailing over every inch of skin you can reach before settling on his waist when he testingly moves his hips, hands falling to your chest to keep himself up.

With the absence of pain he starts moving, rocking back and forth above you, your cock dragging against his walls and filling him completely. When the pleasure starts to build he leans back to rest his hands on your thighs, bouncing himself up and down and giving you the perfect view.

Small, pearly drops leak from the tip of his cock, gathering on your skin. Although you haven’t been fucking him long Adrian already feels the building of his orgasm and you’re right behind him, the teasing you had done before wrecking your stamina.

Grinding his cock against your stomach Adrian whimpers, the small pool of precum on your stomach steadily growing as he climbs closer and closer. When you wrap a hand around his cock he cries, breathing growing heavier as he pleads. “Please please, I’m close, keep going.”

You jerk him off faster, his cock shining and wet with arousal. When you flick your wrist just write and angle your thrusts to pound into his prostate he’s almost sobbing as he cums, splashing across your torsos with a soundless cry. Fucking into him to prolong his orgasm Adrian eventually moans out loud, cock kicking with each rope of cum.

Slowing your thrusts as he comes down Adrian quickly notices you haven’t cum and fucks down on you faster, reigniting your orgasm. “Fuck fuck fuck, I’m close, I’m close,” you chant, rapidly losing control over your encroaching orgasm. “Where do you want it?”

“Inside, cum inside me.” Adrian begs, rapidly bouncing up and down on your cock to bring you to the edge.

With a final hoarse cry your body arches up to chase the tightness of Adrian’s hole as you cum, the tip of your cock knocking against his prostate with every thrust as you paint his walls in thick globs. Hips jerking into his your body vibrates with pleasure, steadily filling him until you’re a panting mess, Adrian faring no better as he trembles above you.

The both of you remain still as you enjoy the ripples of pleasure, only moving to rake your fingers across the tops of Adrian’s thighs while he catches his breath, cock still snug within his walls.

When you pull out and go to move Adrian stops you with a hand on your stomach, curiously grinding back to feel your hard cock nestled between his cheeks. “You’re still hard?” He asks incredulously.

Your smile turns sheepish, body more than ready to go for another round. “Yes, but we don’t have to go again, I can-”

Adrian quietens you with a scoff. “What do you take me for?” Using his strength he flips you both over, legs widening to make room for you and arms pulling you forward until your cock is pressed against him. “Do you think I would leave you unsatisfied? You really must-”

Cutting him off when you push back inside Adrian chokes on his words, hands fisting the fabric of the sheets into his fingers, a broken moan forcing itself out of his chest. When you start thrusting again your body feels everything, more sensitive in the aftermath of your first orgasm.

With his head thrown back in pleasure you leap at the chance to take in Adrian, mouth slightly apart as moans tumble from him, skin shining with exertion and blooming marks beginning to form on his neck.

You never understood how people could devote themselves to others so freely - but now, with Adrian splayed underneath you, golden hair surrounding him like the sun itself, you understand. With emotion boiling in your chest you lean down to capture his lips once more, pleasure crackling up your spine with how he clings to you.

Reluctantly pulling away when Adrian tilts his head back to moan you move to his neck, nipping and sucking at the skin as his legs tighten around you, the edges of your orgasm slowly creeping in. You push up onto your hands, hovering over him while your thrusts gain speed, skin slapping against skin as you chase your release. Adrian scrambles to hold onto your shoulders as his body jostles with the force.

The knot tightly builds in your stomach, thrusts growing wild as you pound into him. “I’m close,” you manage to warn, short grunts following each thrust.

Adrian digs his fingers into your shoulders, leaving crescent shapes as he pants. “Again- cum inside me again.”

With a few more thrusts the knot snaps, rhythm stuttering as you feel each rope of cum fill Adrian’s hole, his body tensing around you as if to milk you for all he can. The feeling triggers his own orgasm, cock twitching against his skin as streaks paint his stomach, body shivering with intensity.

Trembling with the aftershocks of your release and barely able to keep yourself up you collapse to the side, spots dancing behind your eyelids and an arm automatically surrounding Adrian when he shuffles next to you, resting on your chest.

He clings to you in the afterglow, simmering in pleasure as he loses himself to the way you gently run a hand everywhere once the spots have faded - light fingers following up his spine, across to his shoulder and then down his arm until you take his hand in yours, thumb softly running across his knuckles. When he regains some control of his body he glances up to see you already smiling down at him, a question on the tip of your tongue. “Are you ok my love?”

His head falls back onto your chest, too heavy to keep up. “You ruined me, you brute.”

Adrian rises and falls with your chest as you laugh, one hand combing hair off his sweaty forehead while you plant a kiss on his temple. “I’m sorry, let’s take a bath and I can make it up to you?”

He sinks further into your body, limbs struggling to respond. “I can’t move,” he pouts.

“You won’t have to, I’ll be right back.” Disentangling yourself from Adrian is harder than you think, but once free you look over your shoulder to catch his eyes hungrily sweeping over your naked body and send him a wink, quickly disappearing out of the room and into the attached bathroom.

Turning on the water you allow time for the bath to begin filling, and when you return to Adrian he’s shifted onto his back, waiting for your return. Planting one knee on the bed he has little time to react before you’re moving one arm under his knees and the other across his back to pick him up, Adrian’s arms flying to wrap around your neck. He huffs, burrowing his blushing face into your neck as you carry him. “I can walk by myself.”

He can’t see the grin plastered across your mouth but he can hear your amusement. “I thought you said that I ruined you, that you couldn’t move?”

Adrian groans, burrowing further into your neck. Arriving at the bath he reluctantly lets go as you lower him into the water, switching off the gushing taps and encouraging Adrian to lean back and relax. With another kiss to his temple you disappear for a few minutes, quickly stripping the ruined bed sheets and replacing them with fresh ones.

Reappearing in the bathroom you coax him forward just enough so that you can settle behind him, pulling him back to rest against your chest as your arms encircle his waist, hugging him close to you. The hot water eases the soreness in muscles, and soon Adrian is twisting his head to seek out your mouth, body relaxing as you kiss him slowly, gently.

You spend the remainder of your bath pampering him - cleaning every inch of his skin, washing his hair, muttering praises into his ear. By the time you’re both clean Adrian is completely lax in your arms, fighting to stay awake. Pulling Adrian up as you stand you help him out, grabbing the nearby towels and drying you both off, Adrian dazedly watching as you throw the towels in a corner to deal with later and link your fingers with his, pulling him back to bed.

Adrian settles under the covers first, lying on his side and pointedly waiting until you lie next to him. He quickly encourages you to engulf him, making you shift onto your side to face him so he can move one of your legs over his and cuddle into your chest, arms wrapping around you to hold you close. Once your arms envelop him and your chin rests on the top of his head his breaths soon even out, the lull of sleep too hard to resist knowing he’s entangled with you.

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theunderestimator-2 · 2 years ago

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Simone Thomas, one the few black girls involved in the early London punk scene, as well as an early member of the Bromley Contingent, most notably known for appearing along with the rest of the Sex Pistols posse in the infamous Bill Grundy interview, here captured during a 1979 photo shoot by Martin Christopher-Martin.

Stunningly photogenic Simone was befriended by a Bromley Contingent founding member and a mate of Siouxsie, Bertie Marshall aka Berlin Bromley, some time ca. 1976 after he spotted her and followed her in a department store, having been struck by her looks. She was in her teens and supposedly Simon Barker was her boyfriend.

“...a black girl with platinum blonde hair, wearing a plastic mac and smoking multi coloured Russian cigarettes....She looked so original, all black and gold, a huge painted red smile that cracked her face...Simone and I had several things in common, love of David Bowie being one of them and dressing up.

Bertie Marshall, Three Piece Suite (2006)

My life revolved around David Bowie and Roxy Music and dressing up and going to gigs. I’d met Siouxsie at a Roxy concert and dressing up and going to gigs. She was from the same part of London as me and she started going out with Steve Severin who was part of the same scene. Berlin was also a very good friend of mine who used to have really good parties. We all went to the 100 Club together to watch Siouxsie. We also used to go to Louise's, a lesbian club in Soho...we used to talk a lot because we were all speeding at the time - everyone was...we became known as the Bromley contingent after the Pistols played Orpington College and they came to one of Berlin's parties. We were the first fans - in fact. I wasn't really a fan but I just went along with it...”

Simone Thomas, ‘Punk: The Illustrated History Of A Music Revolution’ by Adrian Boot & Chris Salewicz

According to her, she felt like she was in a movie, just wearing the clothes to fit the image, yet she didn’t actually didn't feel the part -nor did she think much of the Sex Pistols as people. She remembers hoping that her dad wasn't watching when she appeared with the band and others on the Bill Grundy ITV interview and recalls McLaren paying them to go to the airport when the Pistols went to Holland to look like they had a lot of fans.

Given what she said above, it's no surprise she she soon disappeared off the scene some time in the late-’70s. Over the years she would work as a model, an actor and a jazz singer & songwriter, gigging with several groups in London and abroad.

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oneknightstand-if · 1 year ago

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i am so so so so so enamored with what i've played of one knight stand the utter devastation i had when i reached the end was poignant. clutching the ground in pain and writhing in pain. thank you. by the way do you have more compiled descriptions of character appearances

Thanks! Although that sounds like the same state I'm in after bug-testing for several hours.

Ah, yes... people probably want actual physical descriptions too, huh. Usually I just describe the ROs most striking features and leave the reader to headcanon the rest in the story (except for Merlin who's canonically all mindbending eyecandy).

Adrian Benoni - Short dark hair, rather untamed and disheveled-looking. Bright green eyes behind a pair of round, wire-rimmed glasses. On the taller side of average when he's not slouching (which he usually is). Can normally be found in plain hoodie & jeans and kind of blends in with the crowd.

Merlin - Silver hair in wild, flaring layers above their shoulders. Eyes of your exact favorite color. They're currently running around in what appears to be a white trench coat. And that's it... everything else is exactly tailored to be whatever your MC (or whoever's currently looking at them) finds the most sexy/alluring/attractive/aesthetically-pleasing.

Percy T. Longspear - Slight figure, on the shorter side. Rather androgynously pretty. (Looks great in a dress! No, that's not what he normally wears, that's his "incognito" outfit) Black hair that has dark blue streaks through it that tends to fall halfway across his face. Several ear piercings.

Cassandra De Vaux - Deep black hair, short in the back and longer at the front that curls around her face. Average height, average figure on the slim side. Usually wearing a stylishly cut suit with a newsboy cap and a shirt that complements the deep sparkling blue of her eyes. Impish grin when she's in a playful mood.

Gwyneth (Gwen) Reynard - Wavy bright brassy blonde hair tumbling nearly halfway down her back. Most eye-catching feature is probably her brilliant smile that usually graces her face. A bit on the voluptuous side, but the dresses and skirts she tends to wear usually hides her figure somewhat.

Lorelei Guerrier - Tall. Very athletic figure with the lean muscles to match. She has long waist-length pale blonde hair that's usually in a single intricate braid down her back. In the right light, if you're standing close enough, you can a faint sprinkling of freckles across her face. Wardrobe-wise, she tends to look like she's on a constant 24-hour survivalist camping trip.

Broderick Doe - Dark auburn hair pulled back in a small ponytail. Warm brown eyes. Average height, not-quite-so-average figure... he's more muscled than expected. Tends to dress casually. Resting facial expression is unimpressed disapproval and has a sardonic smile... the types of expressions where a mother would warn "you keep making that face and it'll get stuck like that".

404 Error Not Found - You're going to have to wait until they make their debut.

Arthur Pendragon - Red-gold hair in a short soldier's cut from his time period. Turquoise eyes that often get compared to the summer seas. Has the sort of ageless youthful look where (depending on the way he's currently acting) he can be mistaken for being in his early twenties up to a well-kept (with very good genes) later forties. The gravitas with which he normally comports himself means most people think older. Also, magically preserved 5th century warlord... so he's pretty ripped.

Vivian - Literally water. Takes on the form of a beautiful woman of ever-shifting colors with cascading long hair. Sometimes naked, sometimes in what appears to be a long dress that trails in the water. (The 'dress' is just another piece of her form) She's usually not even trying to look human, so often appears luminescently translucent.

#oks-info #oks-ROs

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shakespearean-fish · 1 month ago

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Homecoming

[I know where this @inklings-challenge story is going, but ran out of time to get it there before the deadline. I plan to finish it soon.]

The third-class carriage was crowded, and Adrian a’Loretia sat less than comfortably beside a burly man chewing pepperleaf and a pair of chattering women. He at least had the place nearest the window, which let him forget his surroundings as best he could. Grey fields of stubble and groves of golden half-bare trees kept unwinding past him. Autumn was nearing its end, chill and damp, and his bad leg ached like a guilty conscience. Another glance at his watch showed that it was not quite three o’clock, with half an hour yet before they reached the station at Loretia. Only a moment, when compared to twenty years.

(He and his father were in the vestibule waiting to leave, waiting for the state police to arrive at the given time. There were voices outside; a heavy hand pounded on the door. “Let them in,” his father said.

Adrian opened the door, and they pushed into the house. Men in grey uniforms, men with ordinary faces that he might have passed by on the street. “Under the terms of the Appropriation Act,” the chief officer said, as if reciting a speech he had learned in school, “you are permitted to retain property the value of which is not more than sixty miré. We will perform an inspection to ensure compliance with such terms and escort you from these premises.”

The two of them watched as the officers began to search through the bags they had packed, unfolding shirts and riffling the pages of books. Adrian’s father stood tall and straight, unchangeably still the Prince a’Loretia. One of the men caught sight of the gold ring on his hand. “That ring. What’s it worth?” he demanded.

“It was a gift from my wife. It does not exceed the limit.”

“Surrender it,” the chief officer ordered, before the man who had spoken could reply.

The prince slowly took the ring from his finger and held it out on his palm.)

A sudden change of light brought Adrian out of memory. The train was passing through a tunnel in the side of a hill, and the window had become a dim mirror where his own pale face gazed back at him. It could no longer be called the face of a young man, with the first hints of grey in the dark hair, the fine lines drawn under the eyes. The years had run away from him into emptiness. His father had hoped that he would enter a profession; he had gone through a succession of petty clerkships. His father had hoped that he would marry and produce an heir; even if he’d felt any desire for marriage, he had nothing to offer a wife.

#inklingschallenge #team tolkien #genre: secondary world #theme: patience #theme: forgive #story: unfinished

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t1oui · 10 months ago

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percy weasley was eleven when he was sorted into slytherin.

in hindsight, no one should’ve been surprised. percy was the different one, the nerdy one, the weasley who played quidditch and had red hair but was, in every other way, other.

he was such an easy target for fred and george’s pranks, the boy who “couldn’t take a joke” even if the joke truly hurt.

like all young wix, he had bouts of accidental magic, but those were different too. where his siblings floated teapots, percy levitated his bed. where ginny changed the color of her birthday cake from pink to orange, percy blew up a bush. different. that’s all he ever was.

he asked once if the magic swirling under the surface of his skin would relax, if the lava would cool and stop trying so desperately to escape. after he saw the look on bill’s face, he didn’t ask again.

different. they were all magical, but he was different.

when percy started at hogwarts, he wanted to make a change. to show his siblings and his parents and the whole world that he, percy weasley, was worthy. worthy of love, of pride, of being in on pranks instead of the subject of them.

he didn’t think about how that would look to the hat until it was too late.

percy spent his first night at hogwarts as far away from his brothers as he could possibly be — across the great hall, across the school, across the world. percy was supposed to be a gryffindor, supposed to wear red and gold, supposed to make his family proud. how could he do that if they were now the very people he was meant to hate?

by january of his first year, percy had three good friends. he knew other people, of course — he wasn’t a total hermit, no matter what people (read: his family) said — but these were three people who were all his. maybe the possessiveness was a slytherin thing, but thanks to his friends, he was more comfortable with that.

their names were marcus, penelope, and oliver, and they became his whole world.

marcus came along first. he and percy were two of the four boys in their dormitory, and with adrian and theo becoming friends fairly quickly, percy and marcus befriending each other became somewhat inevitable. marcus was outgoing and reckless and a complete dork sometimes, but he was also kind and smart and could spend hours discussing chaser strategies with percy. he definitely liked quidditch more, there was no doubt about that, but percy found it didn’t matter. he could match marcus’s enthusiasm as long as he wanted.

next was penelope, and she was different. she hated all sports, quidditch included — despite the fact that she had only just been introduced to the sport (and the wizarding world as a whole — but she loved books just as much as percy did.

they met in the library, both of them looking for the same history of magic book, and after a few stern glares from penelope, she finally relented and the two agreed to share. it wasn’t as bad as either of them thought it would be. it was nice, percy thought, to have someone care about school as much as he did.

and then, finally, there was oliver wood.

oliver was a gryffindor, a supposed rival of marcus and percy, and he still managed to get pulled into their group anyway. looking back, percy isn’t surprised. of course he managed it — he’s oliver.

they — being marcus and percy — met him on the quidditch pitch the day of hufflepuff’s team tryouts. marcus and percy weren’t trying out, not even for the slytherin team, but they decided to watch all the tryouts and as many practices as they could to try and gauge the competition they’d have once they joined the team in second year. adrian had gone with them for slytherin’s tryouts, but apparently couldn’t bother to watch past that, instead electing to study with theodore. marcus didn’t really mind, and percy didn’t either, though adrian’s dry humor was a nice touch in the quiet moments.

they were some the only non-hufflepuffs in the stands, and practically the only students watching at all. they were some of the only non-hufflepuffs, but not all of them, because there was oliver. he wasn’t even sitting in gryffindor.

“he does know he’s not a ravenclaw, right?” percy had asked. marcus shrugged.

“maybe we should go remind him.”

so it was decided.

oliver barely even noticed as they walked up, too occupied with taking notes on the drills happening above him. but from that day on, he was one of them — once he noticed they were there, at least.

it was at the end of first year that percy finally explained the feeling of magic under his skin, practically bursting with it, and it was at the end of first year that his friends said they felt it, too. they felt the power building beneath the surface with nowhere to go, felt the discomfort of it and the confusion at students and teachers alike who couldn’t relate. but they could, and wasn’t that something?

when marcus found percy sulking after he signed up to stay at hogwarts for christmas, figuring his parents wouldn’t want him around, marcus had said, “you’re a slytherin. be proud of it.”

at the end of his first year, as percy found himself allied with the only other students who felt magic like his, he thought, someday, i’m going to show them all.

for the first time, he was proud.

#slytherin percy weasley #percy weasley #harry potter fandom #drabble #penelope clearwater #oliver wood #marcus flint #powerful percy weasley

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elliebyrrdwrites · 7 months ago

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Granger was stunning in Gryffindor red. She was stunning in any color, really, but Draco found it amusing that she had deliberately chosen her old house color for tonight's event.

The satin dress had one off the shoulder sleeve and the skirt of the dress was cut in a combination of a trumpet and mermaid gown with one long slit cutting to the highest point of her right thigh.

“This is torture, Granger.” Theo had growled as Draco held a hand out for her as she descended the last steps and into the entrance foyer. “You know, at some point, I will snap.”

Theo was dressed in a sleek black Havana style tuxedo with a crisp shirt and black bow tie. It was perfectly tailored and his usually wild waves were combed back, accentuating the sharp lines of his jawline. It was a rare sight to see his best friend with his wild waves combed neatly back behind his ears and he looked uncomfortable, soothing the hair back over and over.

“What do you mean, snap?” Granger had dragged her eyes from Draco to lift a curious brow at Theo.

“Just keep doing what you’re doing and find out.” He had pointedly looked away from her and smoothed a hand over his hair.

Her hair was twisted into an intricate bun and the curls strategically left out to frame her face swayed back and forth as she shook her head, frowning.

“You look stunning,” Draco told her, pulling her to his side and linking her hand into the crook of his arm. She had held a hand out for Theo and he took it in his before they made their way over to the gala.

Draco might have let his lip curl when he saw B. Nolan Flamel smile at Granger.

The famous wizard reminded Draco of Gilderoy Lockhart with a dash of Adrian Pucey. He was tall and muscular with a wide smile and wavy golden hair. But Flamel had a smile that touched his eyes in a different way. It wasn’t filled with haughty confidence but something slimy and repulsive.

Of course, Draco considered, that could be due to the fact that he knew Flamel’s dark secret. Not to mention, that despite him and Granger breaking things off, he still looked at her with a hint of possessiveness that caused Draco’s face to react before he had a chance to stop it.

“Briar,” Granger drawled as she pulled her hand away from his hand. He had lifted it and placed a kiss to the back of her hand without any hint of hiding the gleam of greed in his eyes.

“Have you met Draco Malfoy and Theodore Nott?”

“No, I cannot say I have had the pleasure.” Flamel’s dark eyes flicked to the two wizards at her side and nodded. “I’m thrilled to finally have wizards of your stature to attend one of my events.” He smiled at them but unlike with Granger, it failed to reach his eyes.

“A simple invite would suffice.” Theo sniffed but his eyes kept drifting off towards Ginny Potter, who was currently chatting up a wizard that Draco recalled was part of the Wizengamout. She was wearing a sleek gold gown and was alone, which meant that Seamus and Harry were currently off exploring the home, looking for the router.

“I’m delighted to be here.” Draco drawled, as he spotted a charmed tray of hors d’oeuvres pass by. All of the drinks and food was being served on trays that floated around the party, as if on a phantom wind. Passing between overdressed witches and wizards. There was classical music playing somewhere in the background and overall, really, the event seemed quite boring. Just another opportunity for high class society to show off their clothes or flaunt their money, donating to a cause they really cared nothing about.

“I would love some champagne.” Granger announced, pointedly looking at Draco. Her eyes cut, imperceptibly, toward the left side of the room. Draco glanced over to find Blaise Zabini making his way toward them.

He grinned at her before nodding to Theo. “Theo, shall we get our lady something to drink?”

Theo’s eyes snapped to his and the look of utter boredom vanished from his features. “Of course.”

Draco gave her hand one more kiss before he and Theo pulled away, nodding at Blaise as they crossed paths.

“Should we be leaving her alone with that vulture?” Theo mused as he lifted a glass of shimmering pink champagne from a passing tray.

“Granger can take care of herself. She dated the bloke at some point.” He frowned over at Theo as they moved through the crowds. “Has she dated anyone since the two of you met?”

Theo tilted his head back and proceeded to drink the entirety of the glass. “She went on a few dates. Never anything serious.” It wasn’t unusual for Theo to loosen up with a glass or two of alcohol for a job and so when he reached for a second glass, Draco didn’t stop him.

Draco nodded to a hallway leading away from the ballroom. The two slid out of the room unseen.

“What floor is his room on again?” Draco asked under his breath.

“Third floor, east wing.” Theo set his empty glass on a table as they passed a painting of a Pegasus by a famous wizard painter, Avis Oleander. The wings flapped and the hooves galloped through clouds and stars as if aiming straight for them.

“What’s wrong with you? That’s two glasses of champagne in,” Draco glanced down at his watch and then remembered he didn’t wear one. “At least two minutes.” He surmised.

“I’m tense.” He straightened his bow tie and smoothed the lines of his jacket. “I can’t believe we just left her with him.” He sighed then shook his head. “There’s a guard up there.” He nodded toward the end of the hall.

“Turn here.” Draco murmured just before they veered left, looking very much like they knew where they were going.

Thanks to Teddys recon work, he did vaguely have an idea of where they were headed. They continued through halls filled with gaudy statues and paintings representing wizards and their greatness until they found themselves in the middle of an atrium full of both magical and non-magical plants. In the middle of the circular room was a pond with an array of koi fish.

“This is the east wing.” Draco mused as he looked around the room. “Didn’t Teddy say there was an atrium that could lead us to the Third floor?” His eyebrows pulled tight as he examined the room. He saw no signs of a staircase nor a lift.

“There’s a door over there,” Theo nodded to the other side of the atrium. “Perhaps through there?” It was hidden behind

“Only one way to find out.” They didn’t hesitate to move to the door together. “Do you think Granger never got serious with anyone, because you were in her life?” Draco asked his friend as he flicked his wand over the locked door.

Theo pursed his lips as he peeked into the darkened room. “I think she gave up on me.” He nodded into the room. “There’s a stairwell there.”

Draco ascended first, scanning as he went. “Why?”

“Because she didn’t think I ever got over Pansy.”

“Did you?”

“I think so. She’s sort of like my Weasley, isn’t she?”

Draco scoffed, but Theo went on.

“I mean, I had always assumed we would eventually end up together. But then I got involved with Granger, and that idea just sort of just faded away.” He looked over his shoulder. “Do you think she still wants him?”

“Weasley?” Draco shook his head as they climbed the spiral stairwell. “No, I think more than anything, she wants a family.”

Theo was quiet as they continued to climb. “What do you think Ginny meant by that whole child-bearing thing?”

“I think we should let Granger tell us.” Though it was something that Draco thought about often. Was she unable to have children or was it just difficult in the way that it was for most Witches. It was a common theme amongst the wizarding community. There was something, healers assumed, about the way magic affected the witches menstrual and ovulation cycle. It was the main contributing factor for the lower population rate. He had assumed that for a muggle, it might have been easier to conceive than it was for a witch. Due to the lack of magic interrupting their cycles.

Obviously, he could be wrong.

“These stairs are surpassing the second floor.” Draco noted, to which Theo hummed.

“Have you thought about having children?” He asked instead.

“Not often.” He admitted. “I think it would be hard at this point in my life. We’re not getting any younger.”

Theo chuckled. “I can’t imagine having children and still yearning to do shit like this.”

“But if we did,” Draco laughed. “We could make a horde of little bandits.”

“A family of thieves.” Theo reached the top of the stairs with a laugh. There was another locked door. “Granger would make a great mother.”

“I don’t know how I’d feel about being a father, having experienced my own.”

“Too right.” Theo grimaced, unlocking the door with the tip of his wand against the knob. He froze with his hand on the knob. “Did we forget to check for cameras?”

“No, I checked.” Draco grinned. “I cast a disillusionment spell toward the one in the atrium and there are none in here.”

“I’d love to get my hands on that cloak Potter keeps attached to his body.”

“It would come in handy.” Draco agreed and shot a disillusionment charm onto themselves before they opened the door.

“Did we just discuss having babies with Granger together?” Theo whispered, suddenly looking very alarmed.

“We did.”

They snorted quietly as they peered into the room.

They found B. Nolan’s bedroom.

“Oh, Clams Casino.” Draco plucked one up from a passing tray of hors d’oeuvres while Theo plucked up a glass of the same shimmering pink champagne.

Draco’s eyes scanned the room for Granger amongst the sea of people.

“Where is our witch?” Theo set his glass down and stumbled sideways into Draco’s arm just as he lifted the hors d’oeuvres to his mouth.

The Clam flew from his grasp and into a glass of champagne passing by. Both wizards watched as the glass toppled over into the others.

The sound of glass shattering seemed to create a stand-still as the room watched the glasses fall and break, spilling fizzing champagne onto the tiled floor.

“Oops.” Theo whispered out loud.

“Well, that was unfortunate.” Draco frowned.

A swath of jet black and silver suddenly appeared as the wait staff began to clean up the mess, allowing the partygoers to resume their dull conversations.

Astoria Greengrass was headed straight for them, dressed in a silver A-line gown that trailed behind her like some sort of twisted version of a wedding gown.

“We need to find Granger.” Draco murmured into Theo’s ear and began to pull him away. But Theo had eyed another glass of champagne. It practically glowed as it followed Astoria’s path straight for them.

“Draco,” She greeted him as she came to a stop in front of them. Theo tipped forward to grab a glass of champagne as it passed and Draco barely managed to hold onto the back of his jacket.

“Tori, fancy seeing you here.”

“I’m invited to all of Flamel’s events.” Her smile failed to reach her eyes.

She reached for a glass of champagne and held it out for Draco. “Champagne?”

“No thank you.”

She pursed her lips together but her eyes tracked Theo as he drank his own flute. “Theo Nott, another face I didn’t think I’d ever see at an event like this.”

Theo blew a raspberry and sniffed. “You’re just as lovely as ever, Tori.” He rolled his eyes and sent his empty glass sailing across the room to settle on another passing tray.

“I’m actually glad I ran into you.” She turned her attention to Draco, who was now chewing his meatball and scanning the room for Granger.

“Really? Why is that, Tori?”

She stepped closer, putting their bodies uncomfortably close. Her hand went to the his bow tie, playing with the silky fabric, loosening the bow. Draco stiffened at the proximity. At the scent of powder and roses.

“Because I know, Draco.” She cooed into his ear.

Theo’s look of alarm seemed to match the way Draco felt.

“Know...what?”

Her fingers moved from the bow tied around his collar, to his chin. “I know it was you.”

Draco wasn’t like Theo. He didn’t show every emotion on his face. But inside, he was balking at the feel of her fingers on him. The words she whispered into his ear. To any onlooker, she looked like any witch talking secretly to a lover.

“There was a particular need for blood in order to dismantle the ward.” She pressed into him, their bodies now flush with one another. “Which was done impeccably well, if I must say so myself. In fact, I wouldn’t have even noticed that something was wrong, if whoever removed the ward had bothered to reset it, using the same vial of blood they took from me.”

Fuck.

“What do you want, Tori?” Draco placed a hand on her shoulder, in a gentle attempt to push her away.

“I want it back.” She sniffed. “And I wouldn’t mind seeking a little entertainment in your humiliations, of course.” She pulled back and lifted the glass of champagne to her lips but paused when her eyes flicked behind him. “Oh, and my ring. I want my ring back.”

“What ring?”

“The Malfoy heirloom ring you were supposed to put on my finger. I know you have it. Your father told me you never returned it.” She held her glass out to Theo. “I’ll expect an invite to your home by Monday. I’ll come to you, of course.” She pressed the glass into Theo’s hands before sweeping past them.

Both Draco and Theo turned to watch her leave. Granger was standing several feet away, staring at them with only a hint of confusion.

Astoria stopped and leaned forward to whisper something into Granger’s ear before disappearing into the crowd.

Granger’s eyes snapped to Draco before she marched over.

“Granger, love!” Theo called and lifted the glass in a salute before taking a drink.

“I think you’ve had enough, Theo.”

“It’s incredibly addicting. I think it’s strawberry.”

Granger reached them in five or six long strides, her eyes trained on the loosened bow tie around Draco's collar.

“What did she say to you?” Draco asked.

“She’s wicked, don’t listen to her. She reminds me of —”

“Theo?”

Theo froze, his eyes widening in horror. Granger looked around Draco and choked and he knew why. He knew that voice. It was a voice he had once known intimately well. Having dated Pansy in school, it had been odd at first when Theo and Pansy later got together and proceeded to have a tumultuous relationship off and on that spanned over the course of a decade.

“Granger?” Pansy’s voice pitched as she eyed the witch beside Draco.

Theo swallowed and turned to face his ex lover. “Pansy.” His voice sounded strained as he wrapped his mouth around that name.

Draco turned and smiled blandly at his old classmate. “Howdy, Parkinson.”

She scoffed and nodded to Granger who stepped up between himself and Theo.

“Hello Pansy.” Granger lifted her proud little chin.

Theo downed the rest of his champagne. “What brings you here?” He asked, his voice cracking slightly on the last word of his question.

She, like Granger, had aged well. Pansy was pretty in a different kind of way. She had a full, womanly figure like Granger but she had that forced grace bred into her. Her hair was longer, falling to her shoulders, rather than the shin length bob she used to sport. And her hair was black as a raven with a single streak of white hair perfectly styled in. As if she had embraced the inevitable process of age.

“Careful with those,” She lifted her chin at the glass in Theo’s hand. “Rumor has it somebody spiked it with a alcohol enhancing potion.”

“Well, that explains that.” Draco hummed as he slid his arm around Grangers shoulders.

“I heard the two of you were dating.” Pansy eyed the gesture with narrowed eyes before settling her scrutinizing eyes on Theo. “What are you doing here?” She looked suspicious. “Since when do you care about these sort of events without finding something to steal?”

Theo chuckled. “Who says that I am not here to steal something?” He lifted an eyebrow at her in challenge.

“Theo, I swear —”

"Oh, relax Pansy." Theo rolled his eyes.

Pansy's cheeks had flushed with anger and glared at Theo, who was swaying slightly into Granger. "You look terrible. How many glasses have you had?" Her glare softened as she watched Theo smooth over the lines of his jacket.

"Only four or five." He shrugged. Theo was eyeing Pansy, now. His eyes were scrutinizing and there was something quite sad about the two of them standing in the same room again. Pansy's body was rigid with tension, while Theo's was clearly more relaxed, thanks to the alcohol in his system. "What is it that you want, Pansy?" He squinted at her, one eyes more than the other. "Did you come over here to insult me, more? To rant about how I am nothing but a no good thief?"

"Oh, please." She sniffed. "I just call it like I see it."

"Everyone's a thief, Pansy." Theo declared. "Some steal hearts, other steal jewels." He looked down at Granger. "Isn't that right?"

Granger sighed. Her body pressed into Draco's, as if seeking comfort amongst the tension.

"I never took what wasn't willingly given to me." Pansy seethed. "But you,"

"Only do what Robin Hood would have." Theo shrugged and Draco chuckled at the blatant lie.

“Theo, sweetheart,” Granger finally interrupted, sliding her hand into his. “Draco and I are tired. Can we go home?” She pouted seductively up at him, while her other hand slid around Draco’s back.

Theo’s wide eyes flashed down to hers, a lopsided smile pulling at his mouth.

“Anything you want, love.” He slurred as he leaned forward and ran a finger along the side of her face. “You’re so pretty. Just like the moon.”

Granger couldn’t stop the snort that escaped her as she pulled Theo and Draco with her, guiding them away from Pansy Parkinson.

“What is this? Are you both shagging her?” She asked the question with a hint of disgust.

But Granger only smirked and battered her eyes. “Not yet.”

Nobody spoke until they arrived back to Zabini’s manor.

Teddy and Seamus were already in the study, waiting for them. Theo slumped into one of the sticky leather chairs while Draco took his seat behind the desk. He watched Granger look between the two wizards. Her hands were on her hips, and she was positioned in such a way that allowed the slit in her dress part, revealing the entire length of her tanned leg.

“Did you know?” She asked Theo. “Did you know Pansy would be there?”

Theo looked startled by her question. “How could I?”

“Are you talking about the girlfriend?” Teddy asked from where he sprawled out on the couch.

Everyone looked at him.

“Girlfriend?” Draco pulled the question out slowly. “You never told me about a girlfriend.”

“Oh.” Teddy blinked. “I thought I had. I couldn’t remember her name. I just knew it was a flower name. Started with a P. I kept thinking it was Petunia or Peony but,” he shrugged as if that had summed it all up.

“She’s dating Flamel?” Theo sounded disgusted.

“She lives with him,” Teddy supplied, rather unhelpful. "She's beautiful." He added even more unhelpfully.

"She looks like Cruella Devil." Granger snorted and rolled her shoulders back.

Theo jumped, unsteadily to his feet, and rounded on Granger. “What is it about that wizard? He's not even that good looking.”

She scoffed. “You wouldn’t had thought he was dating anyone when he asked me to ditch you two and meet him later tonight.” Granger fidgeted. "He is handsome. Very fit."

Frowning, Draco summoned a bag of crisps from the kitchen, having eaten entirely too little at the gala.

Theo groaned in disgust. “Gods, I cannot wait to take that stupid necklace from him. ”

Ginny came in, stumbling, despite the grip her husband held around her. “What necklace? I thought we were going after the Philosopher’s stone.”

Harry winced and Granger threw a handover her face.

“The what?” Theo balked.

Granger rounded on Harry, “You told Ginny?”

“She’s my wife, Hermione. We tell each other everything.” Harry said as he led his very drunk wife over to the empty spot beside Teddy.

“You never mentioned a stone, Theo.” Draco eyed his friend as he dug his fingers into the bag of crisps. Salt and vinegar, his least favorite.

“I said that there may be other valuable items in the vault.” He sniffed. “It was implied.” He turned to Granger, “We never agreed to give it to Potter.”

“I wasn’t going to just hand it over to Harry.” She rolled her eyes. “He was going to help me use it to come up with an elixir.”

“An elixir for what?” Theo eyed her. “Looking for a life of immortality?”

“Wait a minute.” Seamus shook his head, looking up from his laptop. “I thought that old bat destroyed the stone. He died ages ago. Didn’t he?” He looked over at Draco. “Did he?”

Ginny snorted. “Harry and I can live forever and watch our grandkids grow old and their grandkids and so on.”

Draco’s mouth quirked at the wonder in her declaration.

Harry sighed and shook his head. “Nobody is going to live forever.” Then he paused and looked at Theo. “What necklace?”

“I thought we were taking gold.” Seamus said to Teddy who shrugged.

“I knew about the stone.”

Draco began to chuckle as he dusted the greasy crumbs from his fingertips. “What do you intend to use the stone for, Granger?”

She turned to look at him and tilted her head. “I don’t want to say.” And then she straightened and sniffed. “What was Astoria Greengrass doing, pawing at you and whispering in your ear?”

He smiled and batted his eyes at her. “Jealous, Granger?”

She scowled at him, only confirming his suspicions.

Theo snorted and stumbled backwards, clearly still drunk. “She was threatening Draco.”

“What?” Everyone said at once.

“She knows about the Wand.”

Granger shook her head as she mentally began to calculate how that was even possible. She gasped, slamming a hand over her mouth. “Oh my gods! I didn’t reset the ward!”

Draco nodded and Theo reached for her hand. “It’s okay, Granger. I forgive you.”

She yanked her hand free and pointed a finger at her. “Well, don’t. Because I haven’t decided if I forgive you.”

Theo choked around several coughs before he put a hand over his heart. “Moi? Qu'est-ce que j'ai fait?”

“Pansy.” She said through clenched teeth.

“I didn’t Know,” he frowned and eyed her. “Are you jealous? You look jealous.”

She scoffed and threw her hands up in the air. “I need a drink.”

“Don’t worry about Astoria, Granger, I’ll take care of her.” Pansy, however, might present a problem, he thought as he watched her pace the floor, sufficiently flustered.

“What about Zabini? Did he manage to chum up with Flamel?” Seamus asked as he went back to tapping into his laptop.

Granger nodded as she went for the bottle of fire whiskey on the small wet bar in the corner of the study.

“He did. Zabini managed to invite him to lunch tomorrow.” She pour a small amount of liquor into the short glass before tossing it into the back of her throat.

“Are you about to get drunk, Granger? I love a drunk Granger.” Theo reached for her hand again but she managed to pull it out of his reach.

Ginny began to snore from her spot on the couch, causing Teddy to laugh like the youth that he is.

Harry frowned over at Granger. “I think Theo and Draco will understand why you want to use the stone, Hermione.”

“I don’t need them to understand.”

“Oh, so we don’t share personal things, now?” Draco drawled.

She frowned and threw an apologetic look at him.

“Does it have to do with your parents?” Theo asked, apparently well aware of her situation.

She shook her head.

“That stone is worth a lot.” Seamus mused aloud.

“I’m going to destroy the stone once Hermione’s done with it.” Harry said with a bit of gusto.

Theo winced and reared back. “I beg your pardon?”

“The necklace is worth more than enough.” Draco amended. “We don’t need the stone. We all thought it was destroyed until now, didn’t we?”

Theo was staring at Granger, who was pouring herself another glass, this time to the tip of the top.

“Granger,” He sighed. Her eyes slid to him as she took a large sip. “I didn’t know.” His eyes were apologetic as they latched onto hers.

She swallowed her drink and sighed. “You didn’t know.” She nodded in understanding before she looked over at Draco and frowned. “And yes, I was jealous.”

And without further ado, she swept from the study, then train of her gown trailing behind her, and her whiskey still in hand.

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pininghermit · 9 months ago

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Divine Wrath (Trailer)

TW: Gore. Skip if you are not good with descriptions of blood and violence

Pairing: Adrian Tepes x Reader

Summary: A simple task they had mentioned. A simple chore for a God blessed warrior like you. Retrieving the abducted women from the bandits. How had Adrian not seen the sinister gleam in their eyes.

AN: Should I continue this? I kinda like it and wrote it on a whim. lmk :)

Mangled limbs rotting away from the bodies are a sight Adrian never wanted to see. Organs spewed around.

Blood on the walls, blood on the ceilings and floors. Dismembered remains of what seemed to be human carcasses were not better sight. The silence that settled itself over the every pore of existence was unnerving. Adrian could not bring himself to look at anything for too long. But he had to look for you. He had to find you.

Were you perhaps buried under the corpses piled up in every corner. Arranged with a deliberate caution that was worse than the ones left without a care. A jar full of teeth lay ominously tipped at the counter.

Bodies skewered on tridents. Adrian feared every sight. He was terrified of seeing your face plastered in the unrelenting grasp of freezing death.

He steps through every room that seemed to have been brimming with the dance of death and suffering. As if the demons of hell themselves had carved every fiber of the mansion.

He walks until his steps stumble. Not a common occurrence given the courtesy of Dracula’s blood in his veins.

But he sees you. Or at least a silhouette of you. Your long hair matted and pooling by your knees. Flowing around you by the likes of an untamed waterfall merging into a river. Your face is turned away from him. But much to his relief he senses the steady heartbeat that thrums from your body.

In a mansion reigned by death he finds you breathing. He does not wait a moment before rushing to you. Adrian clutches your shoulders in his grasp and tips your chin up to look at your face. His hands tremble at the feel of your skin under him. Your solid form. You were here.

His hands slip on the sticky coating of blood that covers your entire body. Your naked uncovered body adorned only by the splashes of blood. As if you bathed in a spring sickly red that clung to your skin. Nothing else but a coating of blood. Your eyes that look up beyond him are pupil-less. Vacant of life and of death. Your empty gaze is focused on the altar in front of you. An altar full of your offerings. The innards of the the men who had brought you here.

You are piliant under his hands. Your breath is cold. But Adrian cannot care. He pulls you into his arms. He can make it right. He can bring you back. There has to be a way. Some way to get you back.

No one…not even your God could take you. Not now…not yet. Not in this manner. Not so painfully.

“(Name),” he calls you gently but full of a firm command. His fingers cup the soft arch of your neck. “Please look at me. Follow my voice,” he calls for you. You always answered in the past. You had to now. Not this soon. He was destined to lose you but not so quick.

He shouldn’t have left you alone. He should have seen the suspicious glances of the villagers who took in your heritage. Even as they begged for your aid.

A simple task they had mentioned. A simple enough chore for a God blessed warrior like yourself. Retrieving the abducted women from the bandits. A rescue your moral would never allow you to step back from. How had Adrian not seen the sinister gleam in their eyes?

How did their heart not melt at your assuring smile as you accepted their job free of cost? Even when you left your meagre coin to the skittering children of their town.

There were no women. You were the offering. To the crooked cult who wanted the power inside you. The cult that had marked every house of the village with a bag full of gold. He had found too late. Not days later until one of the drunk patrons at the tavern had spilled the truth at the tavern.

Warriors of Kwon were nothing more than beacons of power to the world. Luring the greed of power from the ones that desired to possess the blessing of their God.

You were one of them. Born with the light of divine and a heart bigger than ocean. This naivety perhaps was a price to be paid for the blessing of Kwon.

Kwon, the god of poor, of warriors, and justice. Your God, who had chosen you even before your birth. Your God who led you to him. The very God, who devoured your soul every time you did his bargain.

Kwon demanded your very existence. He burned and reigned until your joints screamed in protest and your mortal shell burned with the light that burnt it.

Adrian was familiar with Kwon’s light. It was the same light that had brought him back to the world of living, in your lap as you chanted a prayer for him in the unlit halls of his father’s castle. It had taken 5 years of your lifespan to bring him back. A bargain that had cost you several grey hair.

And now yet, another bargain. Another trade had cost you something. A cost greater than any. But Adrian will bring you back. Like you had. He will do it. He will drag your back from the clutches of Kwon, if need be it.

#castlevania #alucard #alucard x reader #adrian tepes x reader #castlevania alucard x reader #angst #plot bunny

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theprice-if · 1 year ago

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Adrian/Ariana Ocean [Giulio Berruti // Bianca Balti]

With dark brown hair, that's been dyed a myriad of colors in the past, sparkling blue eyes, the color of the sky on a cloudless day, and tanned skin, it's no wonder that no one can get enough of them. They're a constant on Hollywood gossip sites for their troubled past, but it seems that they're trying to outgrow their old image. They have a toned body and stand at around 6'3". [Adrian keeps his hair like in the picture shown and Ariana has her hair down to her shoulder blades.] (For Ariana there’s a bit of Ariana Grande in her FC too.)

Blake Turner [Sam Claflin // Dianna Agron]

With mischievous hazel eyes, golden hair, and fair skin, Blake has always been the one to look out for when in L.A.. Their presence has quickly taken over the big screen. They're believed to be as much of a partier as A; never staying in one place for long. They have an athletic build and stand at around 6'1". [M!Blake keeps his hair like in the picture shown and F!Blake does the same in her picture too.]

Liam/Leah Shaw [Saeid Ezatolahi // Sarah Shahi]

Hired by your new spouse to protect you; they have expressive dark brown eyes, and raven black hair that is always kept from their face. Their smiles, while small, never fail to make you feel safe. As you know that they’d never let anything happen to you. They have a muscular physique and stand at around 5'8". [Liam keeps his hair short and Leah keeps hers like in the picture.]

Isaac/Isabel Carnell [Charles Michael Davis // Janelle Monáe]

Dark brown skin, light brown (gold in some lights) eyes, and ebony black hair, they’re quite the sight to behold. Their warm smile and overall cheerfulness already add to the unique glow that seems to surround them. They have a slender build and stand at around 5'6". [Isaac keeps his hair like in the picture and Isabel has hers just over her shoulders.]

Carson/Cara Madden [David Giuntoli // Phoebe Tonkin]

Lightly tanned skin, ash brown hair, and impassive dark blue eyes, they’re everything one would expect from a reputable lawyer. Hardworking and devoted to their job, they'll try their best to make sure everything goes smoothly for you. They have a lean body type and stand at around 5'11". [Keeps their exactly like it's shown in the pictures above.]

#the price #adrian ocean #ariana ocean #blake turner #liam shaw #leah shaw #isaac carnell #isabel carnell #carson madden #cara madden

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adelemadouce · 6 months ago

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The Sacrilege of Fontainebleau-Part 2

The weather the next day was definitely against me! It rained and stormed, but it was mild and every now and then the sun shone through the heavy black clouds. At dawn I crept with my bundle of *adventure clothes*, as well as a small loaf of bread, a piece of cheese and a bottle of cider to Monsieur Copin, who was already waiting for me. "To Longchamp!" I called to him and climbed into the carriage. When we reached the riding school, I told Copin to go home straight away. I would spend the day with friends and probably wouldn't be back until tomorrow. It wasn't to be the only lie that day! At the stables of the Hippodrome I immediately met Adrian, my stable boy. At this early hour there were only a few people at the stables, so I was able to talk to Adrian undisturbed. "I need your help! I have to go to Fontainebleau today...can you come with me, Adrian? It's important" I pulled the gold coins out of my purse. "You don't have to do it for nothing...here!" I pressed the coins into his hand. "But Madame, Fontainebleau is far away for a day's ride...and in this weather!" I became impatient. "I know, Adrian...but it must be done, ...please! Saddle two hardy hire horses, take old saddles...I'll change in the meantime!" He looked at me doubtfully. I met his eyes pleadingly and finally he nodded. "Very well!" He put the gold coins in his pocket. "You are in luck, Madame....I know the way to Fontainebleau!" I cheered silently. Then I went into the next horse box and turned into a young man! When Adrian saw me, he scratched his thick blonde strands of hair. "Parbleu Madame, what is this...do you want to join the brigands?" I took the reins of a brown horse. "No. But in this clothes I can protect myself better from the brigands. Besides, we have to get around the barriers!" I mounted my horse. As Adrian mounted his horse next to me he said. "So, by secret routes...I almost thought so! May I ask what you want in Fontainebleau, Madame?" -- "I must speak to the Emperor!" Adrian looked at me doubtfully again and murmured: "...of course, he's already waiting for us!" The boy probably thought I was crazy. I probably was! But there was a storm raging inside me which forced me to this restlessness. Maybe it was the unknown longing to which I surrendered defenselessly, and which drove me a way that frightened me and yet made me as wonderfully alive as I had always dreamed. Maybe it was just...love!

I spurred my horse and together we rode south, out of Paris, into the unknown forests, fields and quarries. We made good progress, although the weather was getting worse. We headed west of Melun and saw a few mounted guards near Juvisy, but they didn't notice us. By midday my clothes were completely soaked by the rain, I was freezing and my teeth were chattering. As we stopped to rest in a small forest, Adrian said: "If you can't go on, Madame...then we'll turn back! I don't want to take responsibility for your health!" I took a sip of cider and bit into the cheese. "It's alright, Adrian. But we have to change horses!" The animals were steaming and exhausted. Not far from us was a rather run-down relay station. They offered us fresh horses at an extortionate price. I paid and we saddled the horses. I was frozen, but ready to endure this strenuous ride. I thought about my plan again. What did I actually want to do! Ask the Emperor whether he had seduced me into love that night? Was he the one who had impregnated me? Good God, was I crazy? There must have been countless women who wanted to blame the Emperor for his fatherhood. How many times had he heard that? Should he think I was one of those women who acted only out of malice? I began to doubt my plan, but it was too late. We reached the forest of Fontainebleau and there was no turning back!

In front of us, one of the roads led directly to the "Barrière de Chateau", a barrier blocked the passage, the crossing point was guarded by a group of Guards. I became nervous, but tried not to let my anxiety show. Adrian was also trembling. We were both exhausted. "I'm going to talk to the sergeant. You are silent. You don't say a word, Adrian, do you hear! Not a word!" And I said more to myself: "I'm going to settle this matter now!" A few steps from the Grenadiers Guard, I jumped down from my horse and pulled my document with the imperial seal from my pocket. I tried to smile. "Bonsoir, Monsieur Sergeant...I greet you!" The tall Grognard looked amused from under his bushy eyebrows. "What do you want, little fellow?" I nodded at him in a friendly manner. "I request an audience with the Grand Maréchal Duroc. I am here...in a private mission!" The Grognard grumbled something. He looked me up and down. Then he spat out a load of chewing tobacco. He looked around and called: "Pastier, ...come here!" Another sergeant came. "The little rascal wants to see the Grand Marshal...on a private mission!" said the Grognard and both men laughed. "Do you have a pass, boy? You can't get through here without one!" Sergeant Pastier was not as friendly as the Grognard. He also smelled of garlic. "Please, Monsieur Sergeant, I have this paper. It bears the Emperor's seal. My mission is strictly confidential. I must see the Grand Marshal!" Sergeant Pastier looked at my document and then shouted: "This is a letter...not a pass! Are you kidding us, boy?"

He grabbed the collar of my jacket, pulled me up and then threw me to the ground. "Get out of here, you little gobshite!" he shouted after me. My hat flew off my head as I hit the ground. I felt a pain in my knees, but I got up immediately. The wind blew through my loose hair. "Merde!...that's a girl!" said the Grognard. I tried it once again. "Please read the document, Sergeant Pastier, it will explain everything!" I could only hope that he would give me another chance. "My name is Adèle Duchâtel, I am a sworn lady-in-waiting to Her Majesty Empress Joséphine. We were robbed, my passport was stolen...and my money. I even had to give my clothes!" Pastier looked at me angrily for a moment. Then his eyes skimmed over the paper and he finally saw the Emperor's signature and the seal. He put the document in his sleeve and said loudly: "The Grand Marshal should clarify that...that is not my responsibility!" Adrian and I had to mount again, a mounted guard took our reins and we trotted behind him towards the Château. Pastier rode behind us. We rode along the side of the large courtyard to the coach houses of Fontainebleau. There were soldiers everywhere, looking at us with interest. The horses stopped at the entrance to the imperial stables and we were allowed to dismount. The sergeant disappeared into the stables with my document. Adrian and I exchanged questioning glances, neither of us dared to say anything. I was terribly cold. I was scared and wanted to cry, but I didn't want to scare the boy. Pastier appeared again and beckoned us over. We followed him into the stables, it smelled of hay and manure, horses neighed, somewhere a pack of dogs barked. The corridors were lit by lanterns, and it was dusk outside. In the large saddle hall, Pastier ordered us to stay behind. I saw a group of high-ranking officers at the other end. And the Emperor, Napoléon! "There he is!" I said quietly to Adrian. He hardly dared to look over. "God, have mercy on us!" Then I saw the Grand Marshal Duroc, he came straight towards me. His features beneath his large bicorne hat were filled with great anger. "Madame Duchâtel...is it really you? What kind of charade is this? What the devil has gotten into you...? Are you mad?" I bowed slightly. "Your Excellency, I humbly ask for Your forgiveness! We were forced by brigands..." I don't know why I brought up this lie again? "Brigands? Are you injured, Madame?" he asked immediately. But when I shook my head, Duroc looked at me pitylessly. His voice sounded very suspicious when he asked me: "You come from Paris...by horseback...in this weather! I wonder why, Madame?" My voice dropped. "I came here to see the Emperor...and to speak to him...on a private matter!" Duroc laughed mockingly. "What kind of private matter?" I looked up irritably. "I can't tell you that, Excellency,...otherwise it wouldn't be private!" The Grand Marshal sighed and turned abruptly, his cloak swinging. "Wait here!" he said. He went back over to the Emperor, who was difficult to see as his officers surrounded him. When Duroc approached him, I finally got a glimpse of Napoléon. He did not look in my direction, however. When Duroc spoke to him I saw him shake his head, then he gave the Grand Marshal some instructions, which Duroc nodded in response to. Duroc returned to us a moment later as the Emperor left the saddle hall. "The Emperor will not receive you, Madame! You are here unofficially and are not allowed to enter the Château! The Emperor also demands that you get reprimand for your behavior..." Duroc cleared his throat and continued. "...you and your servant will go to Paris at dawn! You can spend the night here."

His words sounded so devastating that I was speechless! The Emperor didn't want to see me! I just let believe it! When Duroc said to Adrian: "Young man, you can spend the night in the stable lad's quarters!" I interrupted the Grand Marshal pleadingly: "Please, don't hurt him, Your Excellency! He's a good boy and he only did what I asked of him!" But Duroc ignored me. He looked over me. An older man with a powdered wig and gold-embroidered livery appeared, a maid or kitchen maid walking at his side. "Ah, Monsieur Gramont, I'm glad to see you. This is the lady in question!" Duroc bowed slightly - very slightly!- to me and then said goodbye. I was taken into the care of Monsieur Gramont, but I really didn't notice it. I was somehow...lifeless. I ran after him and the kitchen maid into the large carriage hall. Monsieur Gramont and the kitchen maid were whispering to each other. In front of the large imperial Travel-Berline, I saw the golden imperial coat of arms, with an aggressive eagle clutching a lightning bolt in his claws. Monsieur Gramont opened the door, turned to me and said: "S'il vous plaît, Madame!" I got into the large imperial carriage, it was heated and two oil lamps were burning on the walls. The Empress had told us once, that the Emperor's carriage had to be ready to depart at any time. The girl got in behind me and closed the door. "I have to undress you, Madame. We must dry your clothes." I looked around. The upholstery of the carriage was covered with furs and blankets. It was comfortably warm! So I started to undress, being careful not to reveal the little knife in my riding boot. "I'll keep the boots!" I said and the girl nodded. "I'll bring your supper right away, Madame!" I tried to smile, but I couldn't. "Thank you very much!" was all I could say. I was now completely naked and immediately wrapped myself in furs. My thimbles stand cheekily, hard as granite, and my hair layed wet on my bare shoulders, I sniffled. I looked around. This carriage was pure luxury! The walls were upholstered with satin silk, under the seats were Mahagoni drawers with gold fittings. A scent of amber and Eau de Cologne hung in the air. I layed back and enjoyed the warmth and comfort. My body ached! I was infinitely tired and infinitely unhappy. But all I could do was surrender to my fate. When the girl came with my supper, I regained some hope. I was supposed to drink a warm cognac first, it burned my throat. Then there were two fat fried capons, with a plum pancake. It was delicious! I had never eaten anything so delicious before! My spirits revived, but only briefly. After the meal I was overcome by tiredness and sadness. The girl had already disappeared with the harness a while ago when I lay in the furs and listened to the noises from the stables, horses hooves, neighing, blows on an anvil...It sounded so close, from a distant world I was no longer a part. I snuggled up in the furs and tried to sleep. Maybe I would dream that the Emperor would forgive me and listen to me...

On the threshold of sleep the door suddenly burst open. I was startled and sat up, my bare arms pressing the fur tightly to my body. It was the Emperor!! He got into the carriage and immediately closed the door behind him. He was not wearing a hat, but was wearing a beautiful green velvet coat with a fur collar and gold braid.

I opened my eyes wide, my heart was pounding, all sounds had disappeared, the anvil, the horses, it was quiet. Only my heart could still be heard...I wanted to say something, but I couldn't. I could only look at him. He didn't say anything either. He looked at me, his eyes delving deep into my soul, that I fell into a sweet state of paralysis....I wanted to be viewed like that for the rest of my life! "Madame, " he said. Then his eyes slid over my neck and my bare shoulders, a gentle smile spread across his lips. I still couldn't say anything. Then his eyes slid back to my face. His smile faded almost imperceptibly. He now seemed slightly surprised. "Madame," he said again. He grabbed my hand and pulled it from the fur. Without taking his eyes off me he put my hand to his mouth and kissed my palm. He closed his eyes for a moment...and I held my breath! He looked up at me, his arm went around my waist, he pulled me towards him, I bent my head back slightly and opened my lips. He now whispered softly: "Madame..." then he leaned towards me and started to kiss me. I felt his sweet strong tongue in my mouth and just thought - how wonderful it is to die of love!

We kissed for minutes, then I heard him say my name for the first time: "Adèle...Adèle!" The Emperor pressed me deeper into the cushions and kissed me even harder, even more passionately. I felt a hot sting between my thighs, a flash of pleasure that shot through my body. I hugged him as tightly as I could, and his tongue became even wilder! We both moaned, but quietly. Then I finally dared to say something. "Sire, how long have you known that I love you?" He smiled and looked at my mouth. "For a while now..." His hand grabbed my chin, I couldn't answer because he kissed me again. I was so overwhelmed with happiness that tears welled up in my eyes. The Emperor stroked my face. "Do you want to know when I fell in love with you? When I saw you that day in Saint Cloud...in the rain...as you struggled with the umbrella...that's when I was hooked!" He ran the tip of his tongue over my lips. "Ma douce...douce Adèle!" We kissed even more hotly, more intensely. There was a desire to devour each other! The Emperor slid his fingers between the fur to caress my breast. I let the fur slide down. "What is that?" He looked at my breasts in astonishment. "Those are my thimbles," I answered obediently. He stroked one of my hard nipples. "Your...what?" He looked at me. "My thimbles!" The Emperor threw his head back and laughed out loud. "Your thimbles! God, they are gorgeous!" He looked at me and smiled. "You are gorgeous, Adèle!" We kissed again. I could feel his arousement. "I desire you so much, my sweet! Do you know how much?! I want you....but I can't. Not now. Not here!" I kissed his cheek. "But why not, Sire? I will die if you don't take me now! I belong to you..."

Outside, in front of the carriage someone moved, then there was a scratching at the door. The Emperor raised his head and called out angrily: "Five more minutes!" He looked at me and became tender again. "I must go, sweet Adèle...I must have dinner with the Empress and the Pope! I would rather stay with you, believe me! But I have the Pope under my roof....and a naked girl in my arms. What a sacrilege!" He chuckled. "I have to go, my love! But when we see each other again, no one will bother us anymore...I promise you that, sweet Adèle!" We kissed again, deep, hot, wet and almost desperate. "I love you, Sire!" I was able to say, then he released himself from my arms and left me...

I was left alone and cried. Never before my heart had been so full of happiness!

#fanfiction #napoleon bonaparte #napoleon #joséphine

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magimerlyn · 1 year ago

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Until the End

An Ever After High prequel fanfiction

Chapter 1

The Wrong Roommate

It was the beginning of the school year at Ever After High, and students were beginning to move onto campus and into the dorms. A girl with pale, milky skin and long, cream colored hair went to the bulletin board to double check the dorm assignments. She wore a pink knee-length skirt, and a white blouse with lace sleeves. Her pink kitten heels had a small pearl dangling from each buckle. She wore a white pearl headband and carried a small, square white handbag with a light pink rose in the center.

Pearl White, the descendant of Snow White, sighed, seeing that the headmasters had not honored her request for a fellow princess as her roommate. Well, that wasn’t quite accurate. They had decided to room her with Victoria Hearts, the daughter of the Queen of Hearts, an exchange student from Wonderland who was there to take advantage of the princess class track at Ever After High.

Pearl had hoped to room with one of her friends, like Helena or Cynthia. The three has met in middle school, when Pearl had all but begged her mother to let her go to public school. The girls had quickly become friends. They bonded over and daydreamed about their destinies, and their bond had lasted for years now. And it would for ages to come.

The heavy doors of the school slammed open with violent purple magic. In strode Adrian Queen, the son of the Evil Queen, with Ragnar Huntsman following a step behind him. Pearl quickly averted her gaze, hoping to avoid his notice. This was why she had wanted to room with one of her friends, so she wouldn’t be alone when he inevitably decided to hurt her arbitrarily.

She could feel the moment when his alexandrite eyes landed on her, could see in her mind’s eye the cold, cruel smirk that spread across his face. She heard the click click click of his heeled dragon-scale boots as he walked across the polished wooden floors, coming to a stop right behind her.

“Hello, dear sister,” a black velvet voice purred from behind her. Slowly, she turned, looking up at the boy standing a few feet away. His black hair was swept to one side of his face, an iron crown sitting upon his head. He wore his royal wealth with pride, a deep purple stone hanging from one ear, and a black cape trimmed in gold and lined with indigo off one shoulder. His high-necked black shirt tucked into high-waisted tailored trousers. An iron corset encircled his waist and he wore a matching bracer on each arm.

“Hello, Adrian,” she said, barely keeping her voice steady. “Is there something you needed?”

The smirk widened into a cold grin, showing far too many teeth to be anything resembling friendly. “I just wanted to know who your new roommate was. It would be best if I took care of any misunderstandings early on, don’t you agree?”

Pearl sighed, glancing back up at the board. “I’m roommates with Victoria Hearts of Wonderland. She’s an exchange student.”

Adrian looked pensive for a moment, before saying “Ah, the future Queen of Wonderland. Good, I had worried it’d be someone I’d need to talk to.”

“Talk to” would have meant threatening Pearl’s roommate to not get involved in their affairs, but since everyone knows that villains all have an unspoken agreement to not get involved anyway, it would be unnecessary.

“Where’s your luggage, Ragnar and I will help you bring it up to your room.” That predator grin was back. Sometimes Pearl could swear that Adrian was part dragon, the way he played with his food. She nodded demurely and the three of them walked out to where her carriage had dropped her and her friends off. Her luggage was piled next to her friends’, where Adrian’s magic wrapped around it to lift into the air.

Ragnar nodded at the two girls in greeting. He didn’t often say much, in fact all most people ever heard leave his lips was a reverent “yes, your highness,” always directed at Adrian. His chestnut hair was pulled back into a low ponytail, choppy bangs framing his face. His almond-shaped eyes were like pools of emerald, and just as hard. Pearl noted that his bow and sword were missing from his back and side, though the rest of his outfit was the same as always: a studded leather pauldron over a deep blue shirt, a few belts that would ordinarily hold his sheath and quiver, and dark brown pants tucked into leather boots. The only thing on his belt right now was Adrian’s Token: an iron dragon curled around a piece of cut alexandrite.

Helena Rose, a dark-skinned girl with onyx eyes, looked up from the book in her hands. Her black braids were pulled into a half ponytail and she wore a yellow sundress paired with a flower crown. Her wedge sandals matched the woven straw purse slung across her body. She was sitting next to Cynthia Ella, a girl with dark brown hair and tinted skin. Her sapphire blue eyes sharpened when she saw Pearl’s luggage starting to float. She stood up, brushing down her deep blue skirt and glared at Adrian from behind her wire-rimmed glasses.

“What are you doing?” she demanded, one hand resting on her hip.

Adrian briefly glanced over to the girls before turning his attention back to the suitcases. “It’s nothing to concern yourself with, Cindy. Don’t you have some laundry to do?”

Cynthia fumed as Pearl spoke up. “He’s helping me get settled in. Everything is okay, I promise.” She gave a reassuring smile. “You know how it is.”

Her friend looked like she wanted to say something, but she sighed, relenting. “So I’m guessing we’re not roommates?” Pearl shook her head regretfully. Cynthia cursed under her breath before her eyes flickered to Pearl’s brother. “They didn’t put you with-“

“Of course not!” Pearl tried to soothe her friend. “After what happened in middle school, there’s no way they’d try putting him in the girl’s dorms.”

Adrian laughed from where he was standing. “Who could have guessed that preserved Dragon’s Breath could be so volatile?” Ragnar cracked a grin at that, his gaze softening as he looked at the smirking warlock.

Pearl offered Cynthia a reassuring smile. “They have me rooming with Victoria Hearts. Adrian is just helping me with my luggage. He insisted.” She shrugged, trying to convey a “what can you do?” It didn’t seem to work, judging by Cynthia’s expression.

“Pearl.” Adrian called sharply. She jolted, before shooting a last smile at her friends and hurrying over to her brother. He strode forward, his knight at his right hand and his sister at his left. The crowds parted on their approach, previously spoken conversations hushed down to a whisper. The three of them climbed the stairs of the girl’s dormitory. When they finally reached the door with Pearl’s name on it, Adrian knocked imperiously before having Ragnar open it.

Half of the room was already decorated in red, black, white, and gold. A black vanity with gold on the edges stood a few feet down from the tufted red and white bed frame. The bed was pushed against the wall, and a shining black nightstand stood beside it. There was a large red armchair positioned next to a small bookshelf by the window, already set up with bright red drapes.

Sitting at the vanity was a girl with long black hair. When the door opened, she turned her pale, heart-shaped face to the intruders, her garnet eyes looking them up and down. Her makeup was simple, but harsh, her lips painted into a small, blood-red heart. She had blunt bangs cut just above her eyebrows, and half of her hair was tied up in a heart-shaped bun. She wore a golden tiara with heart-shaped rubies and oval-shaped pieces of jet. She wore a high-necked, tight-fitting black shirt, with a red corseted skirt reaching just below her knee. A red, heart-shaped purse with a golden chain was slung over the back of her chair.

“White knight, moonshine, a place, a face, I have mine?*” she asked. Pearl and Ragnar shared a look of confusion, while Adrian laughed.

“Well then, that certainly clears up any question of this being the right room,” he smirked, leading the trio inside. “I am Adrian Queen, son of the Evil Queen. I’m helping my sister move in. And you must be Princess Victoria Hearts of Wonderland.”

Victoria nodded. “And I presume you are my roommate,” she said, turning her gaze over to Pearl, who nodded.

“My name is Pearl White, daughter of Ivory White. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” She looked around the room. “I… like your room. It’s very… fitting.”

“Clubs, spades, hearts and diamonds all ten,”* Victoria said, turning back to her vanity and the cards she had set out.

Adrian set down the luggage. “Well then, Ragnar and I will be off. Pearl, I’m sure you’ll behave yourself.” With that, he swept out of the room, leaving Pearl to unpack on her own, with a villain on the other side of the room.

*Riddlish translations:

“Hello, what is your name?”

“That is very kind of you.”

#ever after high #eah fanfic #prequel fic #original character #literally everyone in this is an oc #show canon compliant #this is about the grandparents of the canon EAH characters #weve got Apple's grandmother #Raven's grandfather #Hunter's great-uncle #his grandma will show up later #rosabella's grandmother #Ashlynn's grandmother #and Lizzie's grandmother #there's also a few assorted Charmings later on #mentions of fairies #you know #standard EAH fare #additional chapters are in the reblogs

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