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merry christmas love! i hope all your wishes turn true xx im so sorry i havent been interacting lately but i promise im always catching up with your posts, you're the best!

Hey, merry christmas and a happy new year to you all (if you celebrate it 🙈) 😊🎄🎅 (part one)

I just want to thank my lovely and wonderful mutuals, friends and followers who made this year special 😊🥰

I’m so glad and thankful that I have met you on here. You all mean the world to me and have always brighten my day. You deserve the world and so much more, don’t forget that you’re important, appreciated and loved, ily and you all are amazing. You all have a special place in my heart. I’m sending hugs to you all ❤🫂😊

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“Cake Night Talks” – The Darkling x Reader

Pairing: The Darkling x Reader

Warnings: Some spoilers, I think, but other than that just some teeth-rotting fluff Summary: The Darkling and his second in command share a cake after one of the royal parties in Little Palace. Although sharing might be an exaggeration.

A/N: An attempt has been made. I finished Shadow and Bone and I obviously loved it, so you ended up getting this little blurb. It was loosely inspired by the writing of @artemisausten​ here, so if you have the hots for the Darkling like I do, I cannot recommend her enough 

“You have cake all over your face,” he stated the obvious the moment he walked into his room, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. 



“Can you blame me?” His second in command paid him no mind, not bothering neither to stand up from the top of his desk, nor to stop chewing. She took another bite from the piece in her hands, eyes turning to meet his. “There was barely any food in the damned fete. I’m starving.”

The Darkling sighed, long fingers moving to undo the buttons of his kefta slowly, one by one. It was truly exhausting, the king and his constant whims were getting on his nerves. He could understand her for leaving early, slipping into his chambers before the end of the party. 

“You left me there with all of them.” If it was not the king, it was the noblemen. It was ridiculous, how all of them were lining up to talk to him every time, trying to explain to him the art of war, commenting his tactics, as if to prove they were more capable of leading the Second Army than him. 



She snorted. “Can you blame me for that either?” A disgusted frown was making its way to her face and not even a bite of the cake could get rid of it. “The queen was especially annoying tonight. She kept asking me all those misleading questions, trying to figure out whether we’re lovers or not.” She wrapped her lips around her thumb, sucking the sweetness of it. “It’s ridiculous. Why does everyone assume that just because I’m your second and I’m a woman, we’re sleeping together?”

“But we are sleeping together.”

“Yeah, but not because I’m your second!”

He chuckled at that. “True.” He took the already undone kefta off his shoulders, folding it in two and putting it on the back of the chair. Making his way to the woman, he tilted his head, reaching out to wipe a smudge of cream from the corner of her mouth with the pad of his thumb. “Don’t take it personally. She just wants a scandal, something to gossip about in her free time.” He followed her action from before, licking the cream from his finger. “You’re right. Maybe the next one is going to be a little better.” “The next party?” “The next queen.” It was his turn to snort then. “You are putting a little bit too much faith in them, love. Aristocrats always have loved spreading rumours. Always will.”



“Always,” she repeated and it was her turn to tilt her head, her eyebrows knitting together, but the gleam in her eyes gave away the tease in her next words. “Do you sleep with all your seconds in command, General Kirigan?”



“Only with one in the past two hundred years.” He admitted with a grin, hand running up her thigh, playing with the edge of her kefta. She hadn’t even bothered to take off her uniform before she attacked the cake with her hands. “Hell of a woman.”



“Hmm,” she mumbled, appreciating the touch and reaching out to pull him closer by his belt. “To keep a man interested for two hundred years,” she dragged out, her face inching closer to his. He leaned closer on automatic, his nose almost touching hers. “Who is she? Should I worry?”



“I should,” he murmured, finally leaning in and pressing his lips to hers in a ginger kiss. “She makes her way in the darkness, in the middle of the night.” Another kiss. “Unseen.” Kiss. “And steals my belongings.” He kissed her one last time, pressing his forehead to hers, hot breaths intermixing. “The worst nightmare of every cake in Little Palace.”

She giggled at his last words, and pressed her lips to the edge of his jaw, then rested her head on his chest. “I saved you some, actually.”

“Of my own cake? How noble of you.”

She huffed, but still nuzzled closer to him, as if it were possible. When she didn’t give a coherent answer to his tease, he ran his long fingers down her neck, earning himself a shiver from his lover. “Do you want me to take out the plates and the forks, or we just finish what you started?”

“To hell with it. I’m already messy.”

He chuckled quietly, and leaned in to whisper in her ear. “Perhaps we could get even messier after that, huh?”

He could feel the grin against his shirt and she finally moved to look up at him, mischief evident on her face. “Oh dearest,” she cooed, “that’s what you should have started with.”

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guys, guess who's back at writing?! it's ye girl JJ, here with hot fics waiting. omg my writing has improved so much and i cannot wait to share it with you

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“Oh no, don’t worry, it’s not a dinner party or anything, we’ll just have a few snacks.”

Southern Europe:

Northern Europe:

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Loki: "You 𝙖𝙧𝙚 my way... You... are my 𝙜𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙥𝙪𝙧𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙚."

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actually, growing up is feeling like i turned sixteen two days ago. i’ve been eighteen for years. fifteen year olds seem so young. wasn’t i fifteen just a few weeks ago? all my friends and i are still twelve. i’m closer to thirty than to being a baby. i never got to be a kid. i never grew past eight. i can’t talk to my mom. i want to sit in her lap forever. i want to decide everything for myself. i need someone to tell me exactly what to do. the week is going by so slow. an entire year has passed.

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1x07 & 2x03

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She always says it twice.

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the fact that i’m not on a balcony in italy watching the sun set eating fresh fruit with my lover is offensive

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CHLOE DECKER + being proud of Lucifer

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Spinning Yarns

Summary: As a challenge to try to write a little bit every day, I put this short piece together using the prompt: Person A knitting something for Person B         “Goodnight,” Nikolai called to Tolya, leaning back against the door to catch his breath. It had been an exhausting day and he wanted nothing more than to curl up in front of the fire with a good book and his wife. “Zoya, dear,” he began, peeling off his gloves before making his way to the sideboard, pouring glasses of brandy for them. “You’ll never believe what– is everything alright?” A quick flurry of movement had caught his attention, leaving him puzzled as to what his wife was trying to hide from him behind her back.

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me when my sibling started playing the bass too: listen here you gremlin, there is only place for ONE mentally unstable gae in this family, and i hold that place dearly

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sugar daddy this sugar mommy that... dilf this milf that... just buy me a big house in france and let me decorate and we're good

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lovers to enemies

if season 2 is green lit and ivan survives jesper's shot and the plot sticks to the books, ivan will side with the darkling and fedyor will side with alina

my heart will not be able to handle the angst