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shig-a-shig-ah · 1 year ago
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Might have taken a month longer than I hoped but Addicted to Bad Ideas updates this weekend!
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theestan · 1 year ago
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@shig-a-shig-ah
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dabisqueen · 1 year ago
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He's just perfect!
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Judges you lovingly.
@shig-a-shig-ah ‘s oc Shigeo from their amazing fic Addicted to Bad Ideas.
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hswriting · 3 months ago
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Arranged to be Yours - IN PROGRESS
Harry’s father, the king of the fae world, has declared their world in crisis. The fae population is quickly dwindling. The only way to help their people is to bring over people from the human world. Sybil, a woman from the human world is trapped in the fae world. The king has chosen her to marry Prince Harry to set an example.
(Note: Some aspects of this story may be triggering to some people. Each chapter will be tagged with warnings, but as of right now, the general warnings are: Kidnapping/ Holding someone against their will, violence, sexual themes (not explicitly stated). I will do my best to update this list as well!)
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6 (Coming Soon)
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astoldbyidiots · 3 months ago
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is this the big one? who knows
other places you can find me:
discord: astoldbyidiots
youtube: AsxToldxByxIdiots
(someone is hoarding my username on yt AND THEYRE NOT EVEN DOING ANYTHING WITH IT)
ao3: astoldbyidiots, becausetheplotsaidso
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snow-20 · 2 years ago
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Hello everyone: Please, my friend, subscribe, support me, work for your computer, explore, and join my group to complete my joy. Thank you. ✅👍🔔
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hswriting · 2 months ago
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Thank you so much for mentioning me! It means a lot
Forgot to add @hswriting to the list! Harry is a fae prince! With an arranged marriage trope too!
Oooh a fae prince??! Gimmmmeeeeee
Xoxo
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omagpies · 5 months ago
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Hello there! hope you're doing well at this moment. I'm someone who's came from reading ATBIS & TCCI and holy crap dude.
You are so talented, it's insane (in both writing and drawing props to you) Both the Roleswap AU stuff and ATBSI are so cool, and both, (mainly ATBSI) upped my love for Curlya from a 7 to like a 15, they're both so peak man. Like seriously, when I read ATBSI for the first time, it genuinely made me get butterflies in my stomach from loving it so much (which in fact, stayed around from when I finished Part 1 at 12 AM and I got MORE butterflies that morning and I had to stay home because of my stomach hurting, it was worth it though for the peak writing lol)
(Hope you don't mind me adding this, if i missed something that said add drawings, sorry, my bad) I also made some traditional fanart of ATBIS, hope it's alright and you like it (this was actually my first time drawing any version Curly as I mainly draw Anya) I'm pretty happy with it myself ^_^
Anyway, hope you have a good rest of your day/afternoon/evening. Thank you for making the best fanfic/'essay' (lol) I've read!
(also since the ATBSI/'that unwanted animal' series is stated to not be complete, I hope I can read Part 3 sometime in the future, even if not, I'm very happy with what I've got ^_^) Long live Curlya!
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OH MY GOD thank you so much, you are too kind ;w; i loooooove your drawing!! it's so wonderful to see how far they've come <33
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theworldibuilt4you · 11 months ago
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[Sonny's words were like a calming salve on their worry. They did as instructed, closing their eyes. Their tail loosened ever so slightly.]
Thanks, guys...
[Taking a deep breath, they steeled their nerves. Like scale they were going to let everyone else do all the hard work!]
O-okay. Think. Think...
Sonny, you said you left a hidden backdoor in a now long gone user's world. How do you know it's lost for sure? Even if it was, how do we know this world or its user wasn't somehow recovered since then? It might all sound silly, but I think we should keep all options open...
-Addie
[The man put his hand to his face, a scrunch to that eye as he tried to think. It was noticeable that he was just barely trembling a little bit. From stress or strain it was hard to tell.]
[He knows he's the only one who can do anything.]
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"W'fy mrg gt ri fhmm szfnuxr lvlucaz..."
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lyfrassireddatsct · 4 months ago
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Gives Lyf a jaunty hat
annnoher aht?? which hatttt loooks beter on me, vonnnnnnnnnnn raum?
both look fantastic. i. did they fukcing do tbi without me
diont get atbi von raum.
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shig-a-shig-ah · 1 year ago
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It sounds weird to say, “thanks for updating your fic!” But uhhhh thanks for the update. I screamed when I saw the email notification. I will patiently wait another 14 months if need be. 10 outta 10.
Aw, not weird at all! It's nice to know people are still enthusiastic after such a long hiatus.
And, glad to hear you're willing to wait lol--I don't think it'll be that long since I already have part of the next chapter written and it's gonna be half smut so less challenging to write lol.
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cnstylz · 10 months ago
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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Lucky Brand Atbi Tote Bag NWT.
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hswriting · 21 days ago
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Arranged to be Yours - Part 5 🚦
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Masterlist Series Part 4 Part 6 (Coming Soon)
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Sybil meets other lands royalty, Harry and Sybil spend the night together before their wedding, and they get married.
Warnings: SMUT (fingering, p in v sex, unprotected sex,) mentions of past sexual experiences (non-consensual) fuck James, crying.
Sybil stretches for a moment before opening her eyes to Harry rolling a tray beside of her side of the bed.
“Good morning Princess.” Harry says gently as she finishes her stretch.
“Good morning.” She says groggily.
“We got a big day today, so I thought we could have breakfast in bed together before we had to go and introduce you to the other lands leaders.”
“Okay.” Is all Sybil said, sleep still clouding her mind. Harry smiles at her as she rubs her eyes of the sleep, trying to make herself become more awake. Sybil is grateful for the sweet gesture, but desperately wishes she had coffee. She wants to go steal some from her world to have with her breakfast.
Sybil sits up and sees a plate of food for each of them. She takes one and Harry sits in front of her on the bed. They eat slowly, savoring the time they get to spend in bed wearing their most comfortable clothes.
The two weeks they got to spend together was not long enough. At least it didn’t feel that way. When Harry and Sybil finish their plates, Harry wraps his arms around Sybil and brings her to his lap. She rests her head in the crook of his neck as he plants small pecks on her hair.
“Can we stay like this? I’m not ready to go.” Sybil asks, already knowing the answer.
“I’m not either. These meetings make me nervous.”
“Nervous? If they make you nervous then I’m going to-“
“They are good people, I just get anxious because I don’t want to say or do the wrong thing. I want to make good impressions when I meet them. One day my dad is going to pass and I’m going to have to deal with them as this land’s king. I want them to take me seriously and not see me as some stuck up, mean person.”
“I’m sure you’ll do great. You study their cultures and learn their history. You’re always polite and you care so much about everyone. And you’ll make a great king. And if worst comes to worst, I’ll be beside you and can help. I’ll be there to support you through everything.” Sybil says to him. She looks up at him and meets his eyes, giving him a reassuring smile.
“You’ll make a great queen.” Harry says in return. Not that I want anything bad to happen to my dad of course, but when the time comes.” Harry tells her. He places a kiss on her lips before they both have to get up and get dressed.
Today is not a day for one of her favorite pastel colored dresses. Today, she has to dress up. Play the part. Look her best. This will be her first impression to these other lands that she has no idea about. Harry has tried to give her a run down, but she struggles to remember.
Sybil walks out of their room and to the tailor’s room. The tailor has a rack of dresses spanning the length of the wall. When she sees Sybil walk in, she rushes over to the rack and picks out a single dress. Sybil steps into the dress and the tailor zips it up. The dress fits perfectly. It’s a flowing dress that reaches the floor. It’s baby blue and has thin straps.
After the dress is secured onto her, the tailor sits her in a chair and styles her hair into a beautiful half ponytail.
Another woman walks in and does some light makeup on Sybil’s face and makes her stand in front of the mirror. She puts a silver chain around Sybil’s neck, a small stone attached to the necklace.
“Now remember to smile.” She says. “Smiles can go a long way. This is very important, but you’ve got this.” The makeup artist says before one final check of her clothes, makeup, and posture. She walks out in the hallway to be met my Harry, dressed up in his best clothes, a golden crown adorned with jewels upon his head.
Harry looks at you and his face turns a shade of red. Sybil’s face goes darker than his does.
“You look so beautiful.” Harry says as he approaches her.
“You as well. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so formal.”
“That’s because I hate wearing formal clothes. They are always so tight and uncomfortable.” He says, trying to pull at the fabric. It doesn’t stretch and Harry chuckles.
“I’m sorry. Maybe we will get lucky and they won’t want to meet for long.” Sybil tries to comfort him. Harry takes her hand and leads her to his father’s office.
Upon walking in, Ace is dressed up similar to Harry. A bigger crown on his head.
“Our guests will be arriving at their cabins intermittently throughout the day. Are you guys ready to go?” Ace asks them. They both nod their heads. Ace and some guards lead them outside where a carriage with no wheels sets. Sybil looks confused at the large cart sits on the ground. Ace and Harry don’t blink an eye. The open the door and climb in. Sybil follows behind.
“How is this going to move?” Sybil whispers to Harry. Harry gives her a small smile. He points out of the glass to guards who walk two animals to the cart. They are unlike any animal Sybil has ever seen. They are small and furry, and also have wings.
The guards attach them to the front of the cart. The cart begins to feel weightless as it lifts into the air. Sybil clutches Harry’s arm, startled at the feeling. Harry is nervous about being in the air, but comforts Sybil the best that he can. He puts his arm around her and holds her close. Sybil looks out of the window of the cart and sees that they are high above the trees.
“We’re flying?” She says, a mix of nervousness and excitement. She watches out of the window as things fly past them in a blur. Harry looks at her, forgetting his anxiety at her excitement and curiosity.
Harry knows that if she loves this, she’s going to love her wings even more. She’s going to love flying, and Harry’s going to have to learn to love it for her. She looks so happy. She’s so beautiful he thinks.
Ace can feel Harry’s magic, just like Adeline could. Ace smiles, and Harry doesn’t even notice. He’s too focused on her.
When they begin to land, Sybil comes away from the window and looks at Harry who can’t hide his ridiculously wide smile.
“What?”
“Nothing.” Harry lies. “Are you ready?” He asks her, her anxiety coming back to the surface.
“As ready as I can be.”
“Just be yourself. They want to meet you. You’re going to do great. I believe in you.”
“I do too.” Ace chimes in. “You’re going to be just fine.” He tells her and she takes a deep breath. They step out of the cart to be greeted by a woman in a huge, puffy, green dress. She’s tall and her hair flows all the way to her legs.
“Good morning your majesty.”
“Good morning Ace. Lovely to see you again.” She says, hugging the king. Ace hugs her briefly before she makes her way over to Harry and Sybil.
“Harry, a pleasure as always.” She says as she wraps him into a hug. “And who might this be? The bride to be?”
“Queen Pandora, this is my fiancée, Sybil.” Harry introduces her. She’s slightly worried about her name being given out so freely, but if Harry trusts them, how bad can they be?
Pandora wraps her arms around Sybil. Sybil hugs her back and then extends her hand. Queen Pandora gladly takes her hand and gives it a a shake.
“A human tradition?” Pandora asks Harry and he nods. Shaking hands must not be a normal thing here? Sybil questions in her mind.
“I’m Sybil. It’s nice to meet you.” Sybil says nervously, but confidently.
“You as well. How lucky you are that you came over to this world and Prince Harry chose you?” She says, not knowing the true story.
“I’m very lucky. Harry is the sweetest.” Sybil says, lying about her arrival here. She could almost feel Ace’s relief at her hiding the truth.
“I know he is. Once upon a time I tried to arrange for my daughter to marry him, but things didn’t work out. It was for the best as she is happily married now.” Pandora says, keeping the conversation going.
“That’s right. How is Anastasia doing?” Harry asks, making jealousy paint Sybil’s features for a small moment. She quickly fixes her face when she realizes what she has done.
“She’s great. She’s married, like I said. They are expecting their first child soon.” She says. “Hopefully all goes well, given the curse.”
“Of course. Best wishes to her.” Sybil says, hoping Pandora didn’t see her attitude moments ago. Harry put his hand on the small of her back, knowing that she is confused about his prior arrangement.
“Shall we go inside?” Ace says, motioning to the luxurious cabin with guards posted outside.
“Of course.” Pandora leads them inside. It’s a large cabin, guards carry in a few cases of her belongings. Everyone finds a seat.
“So, Harry, what’s it like? You’re going to be a married man tomorrow!” Pandora expresses her excitement. Pandora’s kingdom and Ace’s have been allies and even good friends for a long time.
“I’m excited. And we hope you’ll want to come back for her transformation.” Harry suggests.
“Of course. I’m only a short carriage fly away. I bet you’re excited for your magic Sybil.”
“I am. I’m a little nervous to fly, but it was anything like the ride here, I’m sure I’ll love it.” She says.
“It will make you nervous at first but I’m sure you’ll be flying around here in no time.” Pandora says.
There’s more light banter as they all sit together in the cabin. Eventually, Ace reminds them that they have others to greet and that they need to go.
“It was nice meeting you Sybil. I imagine I’ll be seeing you at our meetings from now on?”
“I’ll be there.” She says, confirming that she is going to play an active role in their government. They walk out of the cabin and enter the flying carriage again. When the door closes and they begin to rise into the air, Sybil takes a deep breath.
“You did good. I knew you would.” Harry says, taking her hand.
“The day has only just begun. And am I not supposed to shake hands?”
“You can if you’d like, but it’s not common here. It’s definitely a tell that you’re from the other world.”
“I didn’t know that. I’ll just keep my hands to myself.” She said, getting softer as her sentence continued. Ace sits quietly across from them and observes.
“You don’t have to.” Harry repeats.
“I also didn’t know you were going to marry her daughter before I came along.” Sybil mentions her earlier jealousy.
“That was my fault.” Ace chimes in. “Harry was only 14. She kept insisting they marry to unite us across the water for trade purposes, but I didn’t like to think of Harry married at 14. I made her a trade deal instead.”
“Yeah. Don’t think I couldn’t see your jealousy.” Harry told her.
“I did my best to hide my face.” She says, her cheeks turning red from embarrassment.
“Nobody else noticed. I just know how you are. I didn’t like Ana like that.” He reassures her.
“But you have a nickname?” Sybil asks and Ace laughs.
“We were friends, and I was 14. You’re the only girl I want. That I’ll ever want.” Harry assures her.
Sybil smiles at this statement and looks out of the window. Ace gives Harry a discreet sign of approval. Harry chuckles slightly.
Sybil’s nerves calm as she watches trees turn into water to the next cabin that the king has let people stay in. Her nerves amp up as they begin to land.
Harry takes her hand and walks her out of the carriage to the door of the cabin. Ace knocks and the door swings open almost immediately as if the person on the other side was waiting for them to get there.
“Good morning King Asher.” Ace says, bowing at him. Asher stands taller than Ace, with broad shoulders. His hair and beard is black, speckling with gray. He is dressed in casual black pants and a gray long sleeve top.
“Good morning Ace! How have you been?” He asks, motioning us to come in.
“I’ve been good. Asher, you’ve met my son Harry.”
“Good morning Harry.”
“And this is Sybil, Harry’s fiancée.”
“Hello Sybil. It’s nice to meet you. Congratulations on getting married tomorrow.”
“Thank you.” Sybil says, keeping her words simple as not to embarrass herself again.
“So what is this introduction for Ace? Normally we just meet and do what we need to do.”
“We just wanted to greet all of the royalty that will be attending Harry’s wedding, and let them know of a small part of the wedding.”
“Okay…” he says, waiting for Ace to finish. Harry pipes in to explain it.
“Sybil is human. And we felt it was important to note that she will be human until after the wedding when we can do a proper transformation ceremony for her.” Harry explains, getting right to the point. Asher doesn’t like to mess around.
Asher seemed slightly confused at Harry’s statement. “How will she give you her magic? That’s a vital part of our people’s marriage.”
“We know, which is why it will happen at the transformation ceremony. We wanted to explain so there wasn’t questions at the wedding.”
“I guess that makes sense. Prepare ahead of time for the questions.”
“We have messengers letting our people know.” Ace tells him and he nods.
“Good. Wouldn’t want any people being surprised by this. This is big. I don’t know that our people have ever done this before.”
“We know it’s unusual. We just wanted to emphasize in a way, that she is human. You know our population is dwindling more and more. Me having a human wife who then transforms into one of us might encourage more fae to encourage humans over to our land.” Harry explains.
“That makes sense.” Asher says after taking a moment to think it over. Sybil stands there quietly, hiding her truth once again. She didn’t choose to come here. She wasn’t encouraged, but she doesn’t say anything. She may not have chose this before, but she chooses this now. She chooses Harry.
Ace ends the meeting with Asher soon after that conversation. They climb back in the carriage and go on their way. There are 3 more people to meet, and already Sybil is exhausted. Putting on her fake smiles to hide the anxiety is taking a toll on her. She is ready to just go home and lay in bed in one of Harry’s shirts.
They go through these three meetings, explaining the same things the same way to them as they did to Pandora and Asher. When they climb in the carriage after those three meetings, Sybil lets her smile fall from her face. They take their seats in the box and get lifted into the air again.
“You alright?” Harry asks her, noticing her shift in moods.
“I’m tired. This took a lot out of me.” She admits to him.
“I know. I’m sorry. We can go home and relax if you want to? I can run you a bath to help you relax.”
“That sounds amazing.” She says, letting her hand join Harry’s and her head rest on his shoulder.
“It’s a little bit of a ride back to the castle. You can take a nap here. I’ll hold you.”
“Are you sure?” Sybil asks him. Harry gives her a nod with a smile. She lays on his chest as his arms wrap around her. She closes her eyes and falls asleep on the way back.
After Ace is sure that she is asleep, evident by her light snoring, he whispers to Harry, “She did an amazing job. She seems to be doing well with everything. And you’re doing so good with her too.”
Harry smiles at his dad and then looks down at her. “I’m just glad she feels safe now. She spent a while here feeling unsafe and not being able to use her name. I just want her to be happy.” He tells him. Ace smiles at him as the ride continues. “She’s going to make an amazing princess. She’s been studying so much just to make sure she’s good for the people here. She’s been practicing every day the writing that she’s being taught. She cares so much about this place.”
“I’m glad. She seems good for you Harry. You do seem happier. Brighter.”
“She makes me so happy dad. I love her so much.” Harry says. The carriage soon lands, and Harry hates to wake Sybil after such a long day. He gently sits her up so he can stand. He picks her up, her head lying on his chest, and carries her inside.
He lays her down on the bed, takes off her shoes, and lets her sleep a little while longer. After a while, she wakes up confused.
“When did we come inside?” She asks, sleep thick in her voice. Harry smiles at her and walks to her side. She notices he is in comfier clothes from earlier. She looks down and she is still in her dress.
“You were just so tired. I carried you in and let you sleep a while longer. I know how anxious you were today and how tired it can make you, so I wanted you to rest. I can still run you that bath and get you some dinner after if you want to?”
“Yes please.” She said. She rubs her eyes of sleep.
“I’ll be right back.” Harry says. He steps into the bathroom and turns on the water to get it warm. He begins to fill the bath with hot water and soap. He lights a few candles in the bathroom and turns off the lights. Harry comes back and Sybil is struggling to get out of her dress.
“Can I have your help Harry? I can’t get out of this dress.” She says to him.
“Sure.” He says, slightly anxious. She has always gotten undressed and dressed in a different room or she had him turn around. Now she’s asking for help undressing. He doesn’t want to make her uncomfortable.
Harry steps over to her and gently grabs the zipper. Sybil’s breath catches, but she hopes that Harry doesn’t hear it. Harry’s heart is pounding too loud in his ears to hear much of anything.
Harry slowly pulls the zipper down, his knuckles brushing down her spine softly. Goosebumps follow in his wake. When the zipper is to the bottom of her back, Harry feels frozen in place. He knows he should move, but he can’t. Sybil doesn’t want him to. She shrugs the straps of the dress off of her shoulders.
Harry is in shock at her movement, her shoulders bare in front of him.
“Do- do you want me to help you the rest of the way?” He asks nervously. Sybil has never seen Harry so nervous before, but it’s making her feel the same in the best way.
“Is it okay if I say yes?”
“Of course.” Harry says, trying to gain back his confidence. Harry’s hands slide up to where the dress has fallen off of her shoulders. He slowly pulls it down, revealing that there is nothing underneath. He pauses for a moment.
“The bra was built in the dress. I don’t have anything to cover up. I don’t mind, but I don’t know if you do.” She says shyly.
“Only if you’re comfortable.” Harry tells her. Sybil nods. Harry continues sliding the dress off. Once it’s past her hips, the dress falls to the floor, leaving her in only her jewelry and underwear. Sybil steps out of the dress and turns around to face Harry.
As polite of a gentleman that Harry is, he can’t help but let his gaze travel over her breasts. He looks at them and then back up to meet her eyes. “Are you ready to bath? The water is filling up as we speak.” He tells her and she nods.
She walks ahead of Harry and into the bathroom. She wants to speak on how sweet the candles and bubbles are but the words are stuck in her throat. She slides her underwear off, takes off her jewelry, and climbs in the water. Harry watches her as she sits down, the water coming up to her chest. Harry turns the faucet off and the bathroom becomes silent.
“Was it too soon?” Sybil asks after a moment of the eerie silence.
“What?” Harry asks, confused.
“I should have just bothered the tailor to get undressed. It was probably too soon and I made you see me-“
“No, Sybil. Not at all. It’s not that I wasn’t ready, I’m just so nervous about doing something you don’t like. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
“You don’t. That’s why I didn’t mind. You’re the only person here that I can trust one hundred percent.” Sybil admits and the hot water relaxes her tensed muscles.
Harry doesn’t respond immediately. He sits down on the floor of the bathroom and brings his knees up to his chest. “I love you Sybil.” Heat rises to both of their faces.
“I love you too Harry.” Sybil tells him without hesitation. Sybil leans back in the tub and closes her eyes. She takes a while longer in the bath, letting the stress from the day leave her body. When it’s time, she drains the tub and grabs a towel.
“Can I?” Harry asks, putting his hand out. Sybil handed him the towel. Harry came up behind her and started with her hair. He gently got all of the excess water out of her hair before moving on to her neck. Harry was careful, remembering her experiences with James and not wanting to take her back to that place. He moved to her arms, and then to her chest. Sybil’s breath catches again, and Harry heard it this time. Harry took his time moving the towel down her stomach and to her legs. When she was dry, he put the towel on the rack.
Just as Harry was about to grab her a set of pajamas to sleep in, Sybil grabs his hand and stops him. Harry looks over at her.
“I- um…” she says, her words getting caught up in her throat. “I don’t want to get dressed.” She finally speaks. “Tomorrow, it’s going to be a whirlwind. We are getting married in front of the whole kingdom…I’m giving all of my life to you and the kingdom tomorrow. Tonight I want to give you a small part of me for only you. I can’t give you magic like you’re going to give me, but this is yours.”
Harry instantly caught on to what she was talking about, but he wanted to make sure. He put his hand down and turned to her. Her hand never left his. She intertwined their fingers and walked to the bed. She climbed up onto the mattress and waited for Harry to join her.
“I don’t want you to be nervous about touching me. I can tell you’re really nervous.” She tells him as his hands shake. “I’m not fragile. I’m not going to break.”
“It’s just…” Harry struggles for the words, not wanting to say his name. Sybil’s eyes dart back and forth, searching Harry’s to find what he can’t say.
“Is it James?” She asks softly and Harry nods. She remembers vividly what the magic felt like on her throat, the breath leaving her before she passed out. The way he used to come in her room, his intent to get his way, to ‘see if a human was the same’. ‘To make you feel good’. She does her best to rid her mind of the thought.
“I just don’t want to make you feel like he did. That happened under my watch. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Sybil grabs his hands and hold them close to her. Harry’s heart races in his chest, his palms sweaty, but Sybil doesn’t mind.
“Harry, I don’t blame you for what happened. I’m not afraid of you hurting me. You could never. I can’t even picture you ever being so malicious and hurtful the way he was.” She says and the last sentence feels like a stab to Harry’s chest. He knows she is complimenting him and comforting him, but she revealed more about how James was to her. She’s been silent on the specifics of what James did, other than her slip up of him touching her. That’s all Harry knew, but it was enough to know. It was enough to know that it was sexual.
Sybil can see the worry furrowed in his brows. She took her thumb and brushed it over the lines etched onto his face. His face instantly softened. Sybil put her lips onto his and that’s all it took to make James fly from Harry’s mind. Of course he was still worried, but her lips were on his, his hands finding her body, Sybil flooding his mind. He lays her back on the mattress.
A soft moan escaped Sybil’s body under Harry’s gentle touch. His touch was so soft as if she was going to run at a moments notice. She wasn’t, but she wasn’t going to convince Harry of that. She let him lead, as not to push him into something he doesn’t want. Harry’s hands make their way to her breast, palming it in his hand while the other softly grips her hip, her skin on fire under his fingertips.
Harry’s heart was racing out of his chest again, but in a good way. Their tongues danced as his hands roamed. Harry hand inched farther down her stomach and to the most sensitive area on her body. Her mouth opened with soft moans that were music to Harry’s ears. Sybil couldn’t help but to be a little loud with how good his hand felt rubbing circles on her.
Harry’s hand found her core and he slid one finger in easily, her already wet. Sybil’s moans only for more loud.
“Harry please.” She begged. For what she didn’t know. “Please.” She continued. Harry heard her begging, using it as encouragement to keep going.
Harry adds a second finger, making her groan at the unfamiliar stretch. He worked on her for a while longer before withdrawing his fingers from her completely. She felt so empty now that he had been in her with his fingers.
Harry stood from the bed and stripped his shirt, pants, and boxers off, leaving him in nothing. Sybil looked over him, having never seen him like his before. His body is beautiful. He is beautiful. Perfect.
Harry climbed back on the bed, holding himself over her, kissing her lips and down her neck to her collarbones. He looks up at her, eyes full of adoration for her.
“Do you want me to?” He asks her, making sure this is what she wants. The clarification he needs to go forward.
“Yes. I love you.” She says breathlessly.
“I love you. More than you know.” He tells her. He lines himself up with her and teases at her entrance. Pleasure already filling Sybil. Harry kisses her neck, making her moan more by hitting the most sensitive spot on her neck. Harry goes in deeper, stretching her more than his fingers could have prepared her for.
Harry bottomed out and let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, a moan escaping him. She already felt wonderful. Her walls fluttered around him and she was so warm. So wet. He knows he isn’t going to last long. Sybil didn’t even think about asking for a condom. Do they even have those here? Her thoughts were running wild until Harry started to move. Her mind went blank and was only focused on how good it felt. How good he felt.
Harry continued his slow pace, making sure she was enjoying herself. Sybil could hardly see straight and he had barely started to move. Harry picked up the pace and Sybil had to screw her eyes shut, the world around her so fuzzy. Harry brought his hand down to her clit and started rubbing circles, tears leaving her eyes at how good everything felt. Harry saw them and grew worried.
“You alright, love? He asked her as he slowed to a stop.
“Yes. Please.”
“You’re crying.” He says, worry evident. She opened her eyes and looked into his big, green eyes.
“It feels so good Har. Please keep going.” She begged him. He continued on, making more tears run down her face. Eventually the knot was built up so tight in Sybil’s stomach that she had to release it. She came undone under Harry, which felt so good for him.
The way she looked; the sounds she made, the way she felt, Harry was putty in her hands. It wasn’t long before Harry came inside of her.
They stayed like this for a moment, holding each other. Harry peppering her with kisses. Sybil scrunching her nose at him. Harry eventually did pull out of her. He helped her to the bathroom and cleaned her up. After they changed the sheets, put on pajamas, and climbed back in bed, Sybil ask Harry a question.
“Har?”
“Yeah?”
“We didn’t use a condom.” Sybil said. “What do we do?”
“We don’t have condoms here, but Adeline has options for you. We just have to ask her.” Harry reassures her.
“I really don’t want to have to ask. That’s kind of embarrassing. Just walk in and say hey I just finished having sex. Give me the birth control please.”
“I’ll take care of it and get you something. You don’t have to worry.” He reassures her and rubs his hand along her back. Sybil ends up falling asleep with her head on Harry’s chest. Harry falls asleep after playing with her hair.
When Harry wakes up, he sees that they shifted in their sleep. Sybil is on her side facing away from him. He has his arms wrapped around her. He slowly peels himself from her and gets dressed. He makes his way down the halls to Adeline’s room. She jumps when the door opens, not expecting guests at this hour.
“Harry! You scared me!” She says, making Harry chuckle.
“I’m sorry.” He says.
“What brings you here so early? Got the wedding day jitters?”
“Well, not really. I have more of a private question for you.” He tells her and her eyebrows furrow.
“What is it?” She asks. Harry suddenly feels the lump in his throat, understanding why Sybil was embarrassed.
“Sybil and I… she needs some way to not get pregnant. She called it birth control. I assume that’s what they call it over in her world but we aren’t ready to have a baby yet.” Harry states, dancing around the word sex.
Adeline takes a moment to process what Harry is telling her and just gives him a blank look.
“We have magic, but we don’t have birth control like the humans do. Ours is different and I don’t believe it would work on her yet.” Adeline tell him and Harry looks worried.
“What can we do?” He asks her.
“She can come in and I can do a spell or potion, or you just take the risk.” Adeline informs him. He nods his head. “And Harry?”
“Yeah?”
“I understand not wanting to have a baby yet, but do know that your dad will expect one from you in your future. Maybe talk to her about it. Whatever you guys choose is up to you though. Don’t let your father push you around.” She says honestly. Harry nods his head again, taking her words into consideration.
“Thank you Adeline.” He says. He gives her a hug.
“I have one more thing for you since it is your wedding day. I was going to give it to you later, but since you’re here.” She says. She goes into her desk drawer and rummages through her papers. She pulls out a white envelope with a wax seal. Harry takes it from her hands delicately and examines the writing. It’s simple. All the envelope says is “Harry” in his native writing. He flips it over to the wax seal and his eyes tear up.
On it is a beautiful sunflower stamped into the yellow wax. Harry knew that sunflowers didn’t exist in his world. Only hers. This letter is from his mother.
Harry looks back up at Adeline with tears in his eyes. She smiled at him encouragingly. “She wanted to talk to you on your wedding day. She had me keep this for you for when that day came.”
Harry looked at the envelop for a moment longer before peeling it open. He sat down on the nearest bed and unfolded the paper.
My dearest child, Harry,
Today is your wedding day. Congratulations! I hope today is an amazing day for you are your partner to be. I’m so sorry I can’t be there to witness your day, but just know I’m in a better place.
I wanted to make sure I was able to tell you a few things on such an important day of your life. First and foremost I want you to know I love you. I love you so much my sweet and beautiful boy. Don’t ever forget that, okay?
Always stand up for what you believe in. I know your dad can be stubborn sometimes, but show him who’s boss. You’re so smart and intelligent now, I imagine by the time you get this letter you’ll be a genius.
Treat your partner with respect. They are taking on such a big responsibility by becoming royalty. They may not be used to this life. Be gentle. Be understanding. It was a hard adjustment for me when I married your dad. He was sweet for the most part. I had a hard time learning my magic, and learning the rules of what a queen can and cannot do. Some days I still struggle remembering this language. I know he was frustrated with me some days. Just remember they may not have had the same upbringing you did. Be gentle. Be kind.
And lastly, don’t be afraid to show your partner love. I don’t care if it’s not “manly” or whatever. Your partner is your partner. You love them. Don’t be afraid to show them that. You’re making a lifetime commitment to this person. You better mean it. Don’t ever hurt them. Don’t ever be cruel. This person is your entire life. Make sure that is what you want. If you can’t love them with your whole heart, don’t marry them. This is your life. Make the best of it.
This letter is ending too soon. I wish I had more time to tell you all of the things I want to. You’re so young now and I want to be able to give you little pieces of wisdom as you grow. Just know I’m so proud of you. I love you so much. I wish you lots of luck and love on this path that you’re taking. Stay safe my angel.
- Mom
Harry has tears streaming down his face by the end of the letter. He sobs with emotion as he reads the words again. Adeline walks over to him and put her hand on his shoulder.
“She’s proud of you Harry.” Adeline says, almost a whisper. “She loves you so much. She would love Sybil too.”
“I know she would.” Harry sniffles. “I miss her so much Adeline.”
“I know you do Harry. She’s with you always.” Adeline says. Harry takes a moment to let his emotions out before drying his face.
“Do you mind keeping this for me until after the wedding? I don’t want to fold it or lose it.”
“Of course. No go wake up your bride to be and get some breakfast. Today’s a busy day.” Adeline pushes gently. Harry gives her another hug before walking back to his room where Sybil lay on the bed, snoring away.
He walks up to her and gently shakes her. She immediately groans before opening her eyes and realizing what day it is. When her vision clears of its blurriness, she sees that Harry’s face is splotchy and red.
“Har, what’s wrong?” She asks worriedly. She sits up and cups his face.
“I went and talked to Adeline this morning. She told me that she can make a potion for you. She also gave me a letter from my mom that was not to be opened until my wedding day. It was a sweet letter.” Harry spills. Sybil feels relief that Adeline is going to try something to help them out. Sybil’s heart also yearns to comfort Harry about his mom.
Sybil pulls Harry down onto the bed and he sits in front of her. Sybil traces patterns on his legs as he sits there and admires her. He tells her a few of the things the letter said. Not long after waking up are they rushed to eat breakfast.
They ate what they could, but with the hustle and bustle came the anxiety. Sybil’s hands shook with fear of messing up and Harry’s hands became clammy as they both had to get ready.
Harry stands in his dressing room. The chatter of hundreds of people starting to fill the halls as they make their way to the room where the seats and the alter are set up. Ace enters his room with a soft knock on the door.
“How are you feeling son?” He asks. Harry continues to look in the mirror, making sure nothing about his outfit is out of place.
“Nervous.” He states honestly. He turns around to face his dad.
“What for?”
“I just want everything to be perfect. I want this to be a beautiful day.”
“It will be son. You’ve always worried too much.”
“My worry has gotten us out of some tight spots before hasn’t it?” He jokes. He gets a chuckle from his dad.
“I guess you’re right. But we’ve planned so much. We’ve got a whole team working on this. Guests are being seated now. Everything is going to go perfectly.” Ace says.
As Harry talks to his father, Sybil is in another room, her dress already on her body. The makeup and hair person has just left the room. She sits in front of the mirror while the quiet of the room surrounds her, no one there to comfort her anxiety.
Sybil looks down at her hands which are trembling. She balls them up to try and ease the shaking. She takes a deep breath, rehearsing the day in her head. Everything has a purpose. Everything is important. This isn’t just a wedding, but her wedding. She’s marrying Prince Harry. This is also her coronation when she will be crowned princess. There’s so many places she could mess up. So many ways it can go wrong.
Her thoughts are interrupted when a woman walks into the room. Sybil stands, putting on her brave face, clasping her hands to steady herself.
“We’re just about ready to start the ceremony. We are going to have you come out here and wait. Harry is already walking up.” The woman says. Sybil stands and follows her to a large set of double doors. She can’t hear anything from the room except light piano music. When the piano music pauses, the woman gives Sybil a thumbs up and pushes open the doors.
Sybil’s eyes catch on the beautifully decorated room. A while and gold carpet lines the aisle leading up to the alter.
Harry looks down from his position on the alter and catches sight of Sybil in her beautiful purple butterfly dress and purple flower crown. Even from this far away he can tell she looks stunning. Everyone in the room turns to face her, royalty, important guests, and staff alike.
Sybil looks up the long aisle to meet Harry’s eyes. He’s dressed in a beautiful suit of blacks and dark greens, his golden crown upon his head. The jewels sparkle in the light.
The piano music resumes as Sybil begins to take her first step of many, passing the hundreds of guests there to celebrate the marriage. Her dress drags slightly behind her as she takes her steps, trying her best not to trip in the heels they made her wear.
When she finally reaches the alter with Harry, he gives her a beaming smile. She returns a nervous one. Harry takes her hand it gives it a light squeeze. This brings her some comfort. The officiant faces the crowd from behind them.
“You may be seated.” He tells them. There is a small shuffle in the room as people find their seat. Once everyone is sitting, he begins his speech. “We are gathered here today to witness the marriage of Prince Harry and Sybil. This marriage symbolizes not only love, but another link to the other world. Today’s wedding also serves as a coronation and dedication. Sybil will be taking on the responsibility of our princess.”
Harry listens intently as Sybil nods along to his words. The officiant looks over to Sybil and then to his book.
“Sybil. As part of your marriage vows you are also taking on the duty of royalty. You vow to protect our people, which will be your people. You vow to serve them to the best of your ability. Not to act selfishly or cruelly.”
“I do.” She says, hiding the shakiness in her voice.
“You also vow as part of your duty, you will transform into one of us. You will undergo a transformation into a faery as a show to your commitment and dedication.”
“I do.”
“And finally, you vow as Harry’s wife to love him for all of your days. From the worst days to the best days. The dark days and the light. Through any curse or any blessing. You promise to love him for the rest of time.”
“I do.” Sybil responds again. The man turns to Harry.
“Prince Harry. You vow to love Sybil for the rest of your days. From the worst days to the best days. The dark days and the light. Through any curse or any blessing. You promise to love her for the rest of time.”
“I do.” He responds.
“As a show of your vow, please now give Sybil a piece of your magic, and she shall return this when she receives her magic.” He says. He steps back and Harry drops down to his knees.
Sybil looks down at Harry as he closes his eyes. Harry feels nervous, but ready to give this to her. He is hers, forever.
He puts his hand to his chest, a faint green glow that matches his wings started emanating from his chest. Harry can feel the magic pulsing through him and focusing in his hand. He feels all of his emotions for Sybil pulse through him as well. The love for her overwhelming, making the light grow brighter.
When Harry pulls his hand away from his chest, a glowing green ball hovers above the palm of his hand. He opens his eyes and looks at it for a moment, before closing his hand around it. When he closes his hand, the ball of light shrinks until his hand is closed. He stands up from his knees and looks into Sybil’s eyes.
He opens his hand to find a small green crystal sitting on a dainty silver chain. Harry looks back up at her to see a smile cover her face. Harry motions for her to turn around. Sybil obeys and spins so her back is facing him.
Harry gently takes her hair and puts it over her shoulder. He takes the necklace and loops it around her and fastens it to her neck. Her hand immediately goes up to find it, feeling the smooth crystal on her fingertips. She spins back around and everyone claps and cheers for them. Harry and Sybil take this moment to let their lips meet, feeling that familiar spark in their chests.
When the kiss breaks, the people quiet down. Sybil and Harry stand there hand in hand. Ace comes beside of Sybil with a crown in his hands.
Harry’s hand lets go of hers at the sight, knowing she has to bow. Sybil looks ahead at Harry’s father holding the crown. He lifts the crown into the air. Sybil bends down slightly and takes her flower crown off. Ace gently places the crown on her head. When she stands back up, the crown feels heavy. The people cheer again.
“Congratulations to Mister and Misses Styles!” Ace says. Ace leads Sybil and Harry down the aisle and to another room, waving at people as they pass.
“Now, we are just going to make an appearance for the people, and then we can go and party and eat when everyone else clears out.” Harry reminds her.
“Good. I’m so hungry, and as cute as this dress is, I’m ready to take it off.” Sybil tells him with a laugh. Harry laughs with her. The party is only going to consist of her, Harry, Adeline, Ace, and a few staff from around the castle. No need to be fancy. No need to be nervous.
“Are you guys ready to make your first appearance together? I’m going to speak and then I’ll bring you out okay?” Ace says to the both of them. They both nod and Ace walks out onto the balcony. The room floods with sunlight when the doors open.
A cheer comes when Ace is visible to the people below. When they settle, he begins to speak, his voice echoing through the crowd. He takes a moment to thank them for coming and showing their support for Harry.
When he says their names, they take each other’s hands and walk out onto the balcony to greet everyone.
In the face of the kingdom, Sybil and Harry smile as brightly as the sun is shining. They wave and greet their people as a team. Together. As anxiety filled as the day has been for them both, they can’t help but to be happy. Happy to get to do this together. To have each other. To love each other. This is the start to the rest of their lives.
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dabisqueen · 4 years ago
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So I've never really read shigaraki fics but I'm open to trying one. I'd like just some pure, dirty smut. If you want to do it thank you! If not that's okay too.
Hi @vixxen-chan, so you got the hots for Shigaraki? Welcome to the club ;) I have a few ones in my masterlist, here are some excerpts:
WARNINGS: 18+, Minors DNI
New: Mutual Affection
In The Dark:
"He started thrusting into me, not giving me any time to adjust. I bit my lower lip to suppress more sobs as silent tears ran down my cheeks and wet the wall I was pressed against. His hand found my hips and he dug his fingers into my flesh, increasing the pace. Through all the uncomfortable pain he just rubbed the right spots in my sensitive walls, sending a tingling sensation through my body that rapidly grew into full blown pleasure. A familiar pressure built up inside of me as I noticed his movements becoming faster and more erratic. He was close. Very close. Just the thought of him cumming, our lewd noises, the fact that I was being fucked by a stranger in an arcade sent me hurling over the edge and I arched my back as I came, buckling in his tight hold, loud moans falling from my lips. I gargled “Not… inside…“ but he didn’t listen. His hips slammed against my ass one more time and then he came with a raspy grunt, spilling his seed deep inside of me. He worked himself in and out of me a couple of times before he stopped and pulled out, tying his pants back up. I sagged down against the wall, head still pressed against it, legs too weak to stay straight and closed my eyes."
Don’t Ignore Me:
"Tears started running down my temples as he positioned himself at my entrance. With one strong thrust he sheathed himself inside and let out a deep throaty grunt. I tried screaming as I felt myself being split open by his girth, but only managed to get out a pressed gargle. Open mouthed, I laid below him, totally at his mercy. After a few seconds he started moving, cussing and moaning so tight and deserve it.
The pain slowly made room for an uncomfortable yet forbiddingly pleasurable sensation and I let go of his arm and held onto the ledge of the table. He released my throat to grab my hip and started fucking into me, each thrust of his had his tip and prominent veins rub just that right spot."
The Captured Pt.2:
" "Shhh…” He hushed and prodded his swollen tip slowly inside. I cringed, an agonizing whine leaving my tensed lips, as he pushed further with a sharp throaty chuckle.
“Stop, s'too much,” I gargled, the feeling of him splitting me open was beyond painful. I threw all caution in the wind and pressed my hands against his abdomen trying to stop him but he just giggled at my weak attempts and slid further inside.
“Fuck, so tight…” He hissed, teeth clenched tight, a rapturous look on his face.
I felt too full, his rough intrusion too much, the pressure horrendous. I could feel my delicate skin tear as he sheathed himself fully inside and I started clawing at his shoulders, begging and whining for him to stop, tears rolling down my face."
-> the entire Captures series is with Shigaraki and Dabi
My most popular fic is "A Girl’s Night Out" - might wanna check it out as well.
As for Shigaraki specialists, I can only recommend the most talented
@get-shiggy-with-it ("Restoration" and "Extracurricular Activities" had me dripping within seconds)
and
@shig-a-shig-ah ("Addicted to Bad Ideas" is just brilliant)
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omagpies · 6 months ago
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Just watched your recent animatic and oh gosh it's so soft, it healed my soul. Also, new addition to your post canon curlya lore/atbis? They have a cat now? What's it's name? Just wanna add this too, please take care of yourself <3
thank you! the animatic is not atdbis compliant, though i can see why many in the comments thought it was :) but in the atdbis verse they do get pets as well
this is stella, she is curly’s service dog. long thin legs, serious soulful eyes, too smart not to plot (absolute queen of getting double breakfast by pretending she hasn’t been fed yet)
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and this is toby; he adopted himself by hiding in the basket of Anya’s bike that she rides to school. classic orange boy, not a thought behind those eyes. loves sleeping on people’s chests. curly turns out to be mildly allergic to cats but he takes the L with grace, simply adding antihistamines to his daily meds cocktail
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c-infinity-83 · 3 years ago
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DUDE STRAIGHT UP ASKED WHY HIS PARENTS ARE STILL TOGETHER WHEN THEY CONSTSNTLY CHEAT ON ESCH OTHER WHILE HE WAS GETTING SCREAMED ATBY THEM
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