#Emerald Home Furnishings

[leclerc-hs]

73 Questions with Mrs. Leclerc - cl16

pairing: husband!charles leclerc x fem!reader summary: in which you do a 73 questions interview with Vogue OR charles can't help but third wheel your interview warnings: none??? just cute fluff basically, NOT PROOFREAD word count: 2.1k author's note: I actually got a request by someone to do this and thought it was such a CUTE idea and concept. I obviously didn't do ALL 73 questions cause that would've taken forever. But thought this was a cute little piece to do. I hope you enjoy and don't forget to let me know what you think don't be shy !! xoxo

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THE DELICATE FOLDS of the pale pink sundress fluttered like petals in a gentle breeze, framing your figure with a soft, ethereal elegance. As the front door yielded to the push, the fabric danced around your legs, caressing the tender skin of your thighs with a whisper of touch. Your radiant smile illuminated the scene, a beacon of joy amidst the fluttering fabric and nervous flutter of butterflies in your stomach.

“Hey!” The male voice chimed brightly, his tone cheerful as a songbird greeting the dawn, echoing through the air with an infectious energy that mirrored your own bright smile.

“Hey!” You respond with effervescent warmth, your smile stretching across your face like a sunbeam breaking through clouds. With a graceful gesture, you swing the door open wider, revealing the inviting warmth of your home’s foyer. The soft light spills in, casting a golden glow over the polished floors and elegant furnishing. The first thing to notice is the giant painting of a Ferrari Formula One car, hung high above the entry way table.  

“Look who we have here! It’s Mrs. Leclerc!” A delicate blush warms your cheeks, a subtle reminder of the tender affection that tingles within you whenever you’re addressed as such. Though you and Charles have been together for many years, your marriage has infused your relationship with a fresh sense of intimacy and closeness. And despite that it’s been almost five years, the title of “wife” feels forever new and unfamiliar.

“On a scale of 1-10, how excited are you about life right now?”

“I would say 8, so I’m super excited!” With a gentle click, you shut the front door behind you, enveloping the foyer in a tranquility as you made your way down the hallway to the kitchen. Along the way, you stooped to pick up a scattering of children’s toys that lay scattered like confetti on the polished wooden floors, offering a quick apology for the perceived “mess.” However, you couldn’t help but inwardly smile at the orchestrated chaos around you. While the house was meticulously maintained by the cleaning company before the video shoot, every detail was carefully curated to strike the perfect balance between lived-in warmth and elegance, ensuring a setting that felt both inviting and authentic to you and the viewers.

“Any reason for that?”

In the heart of the home lies a kitchen adorned with a stunning green cabinet motif. The cabinets, painted in a rich emerald hue, exude an air of sophistication and charm, perfectly complemented by gleaming brass hardware. Sunlight filters through the vast array of windows, casting a warm glow over the polished marble countertops. 

“You mean other than the fact that the kids go back to school soon?” You and the interviewer let out a soft laugh as you made your way behind the kitchen island, opening the fridge in a smooth motion to pull out a water bottle. “Want one?”

“No, but thanks though!” His voice is light-hearted. 

As the fridge door remains open, a tantalizing glimpse is offered to the audience of its well-stocked interior. A colorful array of fresh produce fills the shelves, showing an abundance of vibrant fruits and crisp vegetables. Among the healthy offerings, assortment of juice boxes catches the eye, adding a playful touch to the wholesome scene.

“That’s a lot of juice boxes you have in there.” He makes a comment, it’s not a question, but you take it as one.

“Two kids and a husband,” You start, your tone light and casual before lowering your voice into a conspiratorial whisper for the camera, “who practically is also a kid, results in a lot of juice boxes.” With a playful wink directed at the lens, you punctuate the statement, adding a touch of humor to the scene. Setting the water bottle down on the expansive kitchen counter, you resume your easy demeanor, effortlessly blending candor and charm for your audience.

“Hey!” Your head shoots over, the camera seamlessly following your gaze to where Charles, your husband,sits on the floor of the living room, two of your kids, aged two and three, beside him with an abundance of toys strewn about. “I heard that!” Charles retorts with mock offense, a playful grin lighting up his face as he joins in the banter.

The living room exudes a chic sophistication with a distinct Formula One flair. Charcoal-gray walls provide a sleek backdrop, accentuating the mounted flat-screen television. A striking statement piece dominates one corner—a display of artwork showcasing all of the racetracks Charles has conquered – infusing the room with a sense of triumph and energy. A plush white sofa, adorned with an array of vibrant red pillows, invites relaxation and style. Across the room, a sizable shelf proudly showcases a collection of racing helmets, some belonging to Charles and others gathered over time, adding a personal touch to the space. Below the television, was a long console table that was adorned in various plants and photos of your family. You couldn’t help but smile as you glanced at them.

With a casual wave of your hand, you dismiss Charles’s playful interruption, maintaining your position at the kitchen island as the camera refocuses on you. The gesture carries an air of affectionate familiarity, a gentle reminder of the dynamic energy that permeates your bustling household.

“If you could do a love scene with anyone, who would it be?”

“Definitely Austin Butler.” You answer almost immediately, no hesitance in your voice.

“Hey!” Charles’s playful yelp echoes through the room once more, accompanied by the joyful laughter of your children. One nestled in his lap, the other engrossed in a picture book, their presence adding warmth and vitality to the room. You share a knowing smile with Charles, the affectionate banter a familiar melody to your family life.

The laughter of the interviewer joins the playful exchange. The camera effortlessly captures the dynamic interaction between all of you with ease.

You roll your eyes playfully, “Restez en dehors de ça.” Stay out of this!

“Arrête de faire semblant de vouloir faire l’amour avec quelqu’un d’autre que moi!” Stop pretending you want to make love with anybody but me!

With a mischievous gleam in your eye, you turn back to the camera, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of your lips. “Can I change my answer?” You inquire, injecting a hint of playful anticipation into your tone.

“Sure,” the interviewer replies.

“You’re supposed to say no,” You quip with a chuckle.

“Oh, um no?”

With a playful pout, you glance over at Charles who is already staring at the interaction. A smile adorned on his face like he is in complete awe of you, regardless of what you are saying. “Sorry honey!” You wave your hand around. “Answers are final!”

Leaving the kitchen behind, you make your way towards the backyard, where the promise of relaxation and leisure awaits. Stepping through the door, you’re greeted by the sight of a large pool shimmering under the sunlight, its crystal-clear waters beckoning for a refreshing dip. Surrounding the pool, lounge chairs are strategically place, some on the pool’s ledge, inciting you to bask in the sun while enjoying the cool water. A wide arrangement of pool floaties from unicorns to racecars litter the pool as well.

It’s a breathtaking sight: a vast expanse of bright blue skies stretching overhead, adorned with barely a wisp of cloud in sight. The warm rays of sun dance upon your skin. With a stylish flourish, you slip on a pair of your favorite Ray-Bans, a subtle nod to your husband’s sunglass collection. 

“Vintage or new?”

You ponder for a moment as you stand in the backyard, a breeze blowing your hair behind your shoulders. “Depends, but definitely vintage.”

“Window or aisle seat?”

“Aisle, although Charles likes to take the aisle more.”

“What are three things you can’t live without?”

“Wait, do my children count as two of the three?”

“Up to you.”

“Okay, so my two children. And my lip gloss.” You laugh, pausing for effect. “Kidding! My two kids, and my lip gloss…” You pause, jokingly. “And my husband of course.” The light-hearted remark reflects the joyful chaos of humor and love in your life. “He’s really the sweetest man. I’m so lucky.”

The glass door slides open with a whisper, and into the frame steps Charles, his presence incessant. With a carefree demeanor, he approaches you clad in a pair of baggy jeans and a plain white t-shirt that stretched at the seams from his muscles. He presses soft kisses to your cheeks, the stubble of his own rubbing against your smooth skin, his love evident in each tender kiss.

“Désolé,” Sorry. He apologizes before pecking another kiss to your cheek. “Tellement ambrassable.” Just so kissable. He places one more on your cheek, your face bright red from the camera’s catching all of this.

“Looks like he can’t be far from you for very long.”

Charles looks at the camera, a glint in his eye with a large smile, like he was the happiest man on earth, and nothing could dampen his spirits. Especially with you nearby. “Est-ce que tu la vois?” Do you see her?

The interviewer, unaware of Charles’s words, simply nods in response behind the camera lens, acknowledging the affection in his tone. Later translations will reveal the depth of Charles’s words no doubt. Elle est tellement belle. Bien sûr, je ne peux pas rester loin longtemps.” She’s so beautiful. Of course, I can’t stay far long.

Your face is bright red as Charles remains at your side.

“Where are the kids?”

“Put them down for a nap!” Charles answers, his arm slung over your shoulder as he leans on you comfortably. 

As the interviewer continues the questionnaire, Charles can’t resist interjecting with playful remarks and comments on almost every question. His spontaneous interruptions add an element of humor and spontaneity to the video, turning what could have been a standard interview into an entertaining and engaging exchange.

“How do you define beauty?” “My wife.” “Charles, the questions are for me!”

"What do you love most about your body?" "That's an easy one...I think her--" Charles begins, but you swat his chest and cut him off. "I love my arms. Not because they're that nice but they give me the ability to hold my children." Charles clicks his tongue, hating that you even implied something about yourself as 'not that nice'.

"Least favorite color?" "Red." Charles lets out a large gasp with a string of phrases in French, clearly hurt by your response. "It's a joke, mon amour!" "How did you know you were in love?" You look at Charles then, his eyes already on you, a soft smile pulling on both of your lips. "I can't remember a time when I wasn't in love with him. Probably when I realized I would rather be awake in the middle of the night, since he was traveling so much, just to talk to him for even a few minutes, instead of going to sleep." Charles plays with the ends of your hair, twirling the ends around his fingers as he chimes in. "We've known each other for so long. But, when I first met her, it was like meeting someone I've known my entire life. There was no awkward silences between us. We just clicked."

“Diamonds or pearls?” “Pearls.” “Mon chou, don’t lie.” “I’m not!” “The diamond on your finger says otherwise!”

“If you made a documentary, what would it be about?” “Charles’ brain. I seriously question what goes on in there sometimes.” “Hey! It’s only you…”  You raise your eyebrows at him, like he’s a liar. “And racing.” “Definitely racing.”

“If you had a tattoo, where would it be?”

Charles smirks deeply, like he knows something the world doesn’t, the interviewer picks up on it. “Wait, you have a tattoo? Can we see it?”

“No! It’s for me only.”

You playfully swat at Charles’ chest, a playful blush coloring your cheeks as you both wander throughout the house, showcasing its beautiful décor. Despite your embarrassment at Charles’ antics, you can’t help but be thankful for him easing your nerves. You weren’t one for the public eye, normally. So, when you agreed to this interview it came out as quite a surprise.

“Okay final question of the day.” 

You both stand by the front door, the interviewer on the front step outside of the home. 

“Hugs or kisses?”

“Definitely ki—” You don’t get to finish your answer as Charles’ fingers grasp onto your neck, his fingers sprawled along your jawline as well, and tugs your face into his. He shuts the door as soon as his tongue slips into your mouth.

It’s a few seconds before you push him off you. “You’re unbelievable!”

A giant smile spreads across his face as he looks down at you. “Only for you, mon chou!”

[1-800-papaya]

Charming a Duchess

Benedict Bridgerton x Duchess Y/N

Author | I just want to say that this will not follow the books but instead reimage Benedict's love story in the future season four, this means that all events and characters from seasons 1 to 3 will be included. Once again i really do hope you guys love this story and idea for Benedict just as much as I do.

The early morning sun filtered through the towering oaks that lined the driveway of the grand estate of Inveraray Castle, the ancestral home of the Duchy of Argyll. A soft breeze carried the scent of heather and the distant murmur of the River Aray. Y/N Campbell, the newly titled Duchess of Argyll, stood at her bedroom window, gazing out at the rolling hills that had been her sanctuary for as long as she could remember.

“Y/N, dear, we must hurry,” her mother’s voice called from the hallway. “We cannot afford to delay the couch much more.”

Y/N turned from the window, her heart heavy with a mix of excitement and trepidation. London awaited them, a bustling metropolis full of promise and potential matches for her younger sisters. Charlotte and Dorothea were giddy with anticipation, their chatter filling the house with an infectious energy that even Y/N couldn’t resist.

“Yes, Mother, I’m coming,” Y/N replied, smoothing the skirts of her travel dress. She glanced at her reflection in the mirror, her emerald-green eyes reflecting the determination she felt. At five and twenty, she was content with her life, devoted to her family and her passion for the arts. Marriage was not something she sought for herself, but her siblings’ futures were her priority.

Downstairs, the household was a hive of activity. Trunks were being loaded onto the coach, servants bustled about, and her younger siblings were saying their goodbyes to the staff. Y/N’s mother, the Dowager Duchess, stood by the coach, her regal presence commanding respect. Despite the loss of her husband a mere year ago, she had managed the estate with grace and strength.

“Y/N, there you are,” the Dowager Duchess said, a warm smile lighting up her face. “Are you ready?”

Y/N nodded, returning the smile. “As ready as I’ll ever be, Mother.”

“Excellent. Now, where is that dog of yours?” Her mother’s tone was fondly exasperated.

As if on cue, Archie, Y/N’s beloved Gordon Setter, bounded into view, his dark coat gleaming in the sunlight. He circled Y/N’s legs, tail wagging furiously. She bent down to ruffle his ears. “Come on, Archie. London awaits.”

The journey to London was long but pleasant, the rolling countryside giving way to bustling towns and villages. Y/N and her sisters chatted excitedly, their laughter filling the coach. Charlotte, at nine and ten, was vibrant and full of life, her blue eyes sparkling with dreams of romance. Dorothea, just eight and ten, was quieter but equally excited, her gentle nature endearing her to everyone she met.

As they approached London, the landscape changed dramatically. The air grew thicker, the roads busier, and the buildings taller. Y/N’s heart quickened. London was a far cry from the serene beauty of Argyll, but it held a charm of its own.

Argyll House in London was a grand townhouse in Mayfair, elegantly furnished and ready to host the family. As they stepped out of the coach, Y/N took a deep breath, absorbing the bustling energy around her.

The following days were a whirlwind of introductions, parties, and social events. The marriage mart was in full swing, and Y/N’s sisters quickly became the darlings of the season. Y/N, though more reserved, found herself enjoying the vibrant arts scene in London. She visited galleries and attended musical performances, her passion for the arts rekindled with every new experience.

One evening, at a particularly grand ball hosted by the Bridgerton family, Y/N stood at the edge of the room, watching her sisters dance with eligible gentlemen. She felt a sense of satisfaction, knowing they were enjoying themselves.

As she observed the swirling colors and listened to the lively music, a voice interrupted her thoughts. “Miss Campbell, isn’t it?”

Y/N turned to find the handsome Benedict Bridgerton standing beside her, a charming smile on his face. He moved with a kind of effortless grace that drew attention wherever he went. Y/N had observed the second-born Bridgerton throughout the season. She had watched as he poked fun at his brother’s dopey lovesick similes as he danced with both his own and her sisters. Charlotte and Dorothea both expressed great joy at having the attention of the dashing Mr. Bridgerton. Though her mind did roll through many articles in Lady Whistledown that either showered the Bridgerton family with praise or cast a slight shadow over them. He intrigued her to great lengths.

“Duchess, actually,” Y/N corrected gently, offering a polite smile. “Y/N Campbell of Argyll.”

“Ah, my apologies, Duchess,” Benedict said, bowing slightly. “I’ve heard much about you and your family’s arrival. Your sisters seem to be enjoying the season.”

“They are indeed,” Y/N replied, glancing at her sisters. “It’s their first time in London, and they are making the most of it.”

“And you, Duchess? Are you finding London to your liking?” Benedict’s tone was genuinely curious.

Y/N hesitated, then nodded. “It’s different from what I’m used to, but it has its own charm. I’m particularly fond of the art scene here.”

Benedict’s eyes lit up with interest. “Is that so? I happen to share your passion for the arts. Perhaps we could visit a gallery together sometime?”

Y/N was taken aback by his forwardness, but there was something sincere in his eyes that made her smile. “I would like that, Mr. Bridgerton.”

“Please, call me Benedict,” he said, his smile widening.

“Very well, Benedict,” Y/N agreed. “And you may call me Y/N.”

[younmexreaders]

~~ Mako x Reader 18+~~

Death with Benefits

You have died and Death himself decides to give you another chance. For a small price.

Fem Reader/Skeleton OC | 1.4k words

Includes:

Ecto Body parts

Reader Death (on screen this time)

Car Accident

Tentacles

The fields outside the city stretched for miles, grass illuminated as it waved in the wind, making the expanse shine. The great mountain housed the small cabin of a rogue Reaper. He lived alone, he worked alone.

You heard many stories about the creature, curious as to what it looked like. No one, save the dead, ever actually saw the being. You assumed he was a spirit, like a ghoul, more spectral than anything else. Possibly glowing so he could see where he was going in the dark.

You laughed softly at the thought, erasing stray lines from your sketch of the spectrum. You imagined he would look like he was rotting, then you imagined he would look gaseous.

Basically, there were too many possibilities, and you tried to draw them all.

You sighed and set the sketchbook aside. A scramble of different elements clashing horribly in line art alone.

"Ugh... I need to take a break..." You huffed, upset. You walked out on the town. City lights blinded the night, scaring the stars from the sky leaving a blank, dark blanket of nothing. The sounds of traffic and loud, bass heavy music drowned out the natural sounds of nature. It upset you even more than your lack of inspiration.

You grabbed your motor bike and aimed for the great woods where the reaper was said to live. You got on to the highway, riding silently, your thoughts wandering. The loud blare of vehicle horns broke your thoughts. You flinched, looking up at the blinding headlights of an oncoming truck. You screamed before everything went silent.

You awoke with a start, screaming and shooting upright, looking around to find yourself in a small, wooden cabin. The furnishings were comfortable and simple. The home looked barely lived in. The bed you laid in was neat and small, soft covers in shades of minty green ensconced you.

You stood slowly, dropping the sheets around you, wondering if it was all just a dream.

The room around you held many recently used items. Mangas strewed a messy desk, half of them you couldn't read the titles of, the other half you could tell the contents of just by seeing the bare women on their covers.

You snickered to yourself, reaching to take one of the hentai mangas.

"Oh, you're awake." A voice said monotonously. The voice made you drop the book.

"Who said that?" You asked as you spun, looking for the source. A tall cloaked figure stood in the faint candle light of the cabin. His hood covered his face, large skeletal wings folded neatly behind him. You gasped softly, stepping back, panicking.

"Oh my god, what are you!?" You shrieked.

"Calm down, or I'm kicking you out." He warned, walking past you and making the bed you mindlessly unraveled.

"W-what are you though...?" You asked again. He scoffed quietly, peeling his hood back and looking at you. The lights in his skull focused on you, the cracks running down his cheeks glowed faintly with the souls of those he's captured trapped in an eternity flowing as a personal magic through his bones.

"I'm a reaper." He answered simply, folding his arms. You studied him, pursing your lips slightly. He stared at you, silent, growing impatient.

"I gotta say, I'm disappointed." You admitted.

"By what?" He frowned.

"You're so simple..." You sighed. The Reaper raised his uncanny and expressive brow at your statement, his wings twitching.

"Simple?"

"You're just a skeleton! I was hoping for whisps and colors and... well... complexity." You explained. He shook his head slowly, walking past you. You could hear a ghostly chuckle as he passed you. A shine of emerald green flitted through the room, the source behind you making odd noises.

"How is this then?" He asked. You turned and stood stunned, finding the tall skeleton changed into a sickly green, flesh dropping undead. You flinched, stepping away.

"I prefer the other form..." You whined. He changed back, the flash blinding you, hiding his transformative secrets from you.

"You can call me Mako," He opened the dark wooden door for you, gesturing outside, "I can take you home." You remembered what you thought you had dreamt.

"Wait, did the truck actually hit me?" You finally asked. Mako smirked, closing the door.

"I thought you had forgotten. Yes. You were hit. Your soul is pretty powerful, though. I didn't find it fit to take it from you." He seemed unfazed by the whole situation. You wondered if he did this often, and if so, why?

"O...kay... do you know where I live?" You changed the subject. Mako leaned on the wall, glancing at the frame beside him. He took a moment to fix it before answering you.

"I don't... I took you from your funeral."

"Then why would you take me home?"

"You're going to your new home. Ilfalia." He took his scythe, bracing it before your neck. You gulped, leaning away from the cold metal, "If you don't want to go there, I could always take you myself."

"M-maybe we could work something out? I-I like it here...." You muttered. Mako paused, lowering his scythe.

"Y-you do..?" He asked. You watched his stone, mental wall crack at that statement.

"O-of course... It's really nice here." You reiterated. Mako looked you over, spying the table of books behind you. He smirked and snapped his fingers.

"Then I have a proposal for you."

"Name it."

"You can stay if you reenact my books with me." He offered. You knew exactly what he meant, blushing and pointing at the dark robes on his body.

"C-can you even do any of that?" You asked. Mako nodded, a wide smile stretching his skull. He pulled his robe off and showed you exactly what his captured souls did for him. He manipulated the deep green, almost liquid substance to exit from his fingers, coiling it on his back and on the front of his pelvis.

Lengthy, slimy tendrils whipped from his back, gripping your wrists and raising you into the air. He hummed and toyed with the sensitive piece at his base.

"What do you prefer? Long or thick?" He smirked. Your mind was blanking, you couldn't believe what this creature of death was doing to you.

"I... I don't..."

"Aw, blanking? Hehe, I'll just do both~" He decided, molding his piece into the perfect size for you. He took your hips and lulled his long green tongue out of his sharp jaw, licking up your body as he thrust roughly into you.

You gasped, his large piece stretching you as he pushed himself in without hesitation. His tentacles trailed down your stomach, teasing your clit and entering your behind. You struggled against the feeling, uncomfortable with the tentacle writhing in your crevice. You let a choked moan when he pulled back and slammed back in, grunting happily.

He dropped you onto him, chuckling at your squeaking reactions. His motions were harsh and unforgiving on your tender pussy. His appendage slipped deeper into your behind, writhing. You grit your teeth and arched, pressing against his rib cage.

"Oh? Do you like that..~?" He chuckled bouncing you harder. You mewed sweetly.

"Y-yes! Yes, I love it! Ahhh..." You broke, begging for more.

Mako laid you down in his bed and railed you like no other. His long, iridescent tongue hung out of his mouth. His heavy, lustful breaths brushing your neck. You stared into his deep darkened depths, watching his green flames flicker over your body, watching every creamy inch bounce under him.

"M-mako...! I-I'm gonna come..." You panted, arching and tightening as the waves of heat crashed over you. Mako groaned loudly, releasing his reaper liquid into you. His strange, effective biology driving you to the most intense orgasm you could remember, stealing your thoughts and catching your breath.

When your mind returned, Mako was collapsed beside you, his wings twitching. You glanced at him, panting, smiling.

"You alright?" You asked with a light laugh. He nodded silently, face down in his pillows.

"I don't want to move..." He muttered.

"I can't feel my legs, haha." You snickered, rolling onto your side and wrapping an arm around him.

"Good." He huffed, his body relaxed to the point of paralysis. You hummed and dragged your finger along his spine.

"Mind if I sleep here?"

"Of course not... You can stay here as long as you like." He offered. Mako finally urged himself to meet your face with a chaste kiss, smiling. You nuzzled his neck and curled up happily, sleeping soundly beside him.

[princess-leaorgana]

Summary: After the takedown of The Absolute, Zelphie finds her city in need of more help and her home destroyed. She won't stop helping, but who can help her?

Rolan x Tav (Zelphie; ~30y.o AFAB, Sorcerer, Tiefling, not really described physically on purpose <3)

M/F

Author's Note: I fucking love tielfings. Along with this being a budding romance/smut/fluff/word vomit fanfiction, it's also my case study in DnD 5e tieflings, how they act, what sets them apart from humans and devils and elves. That being said, I have a few artistic liberties in here as well where I couldn't find a straight answer, if you'll amuse me.

Warnings - Spoilers for Baldur's Gate 3, alcohol consumption, mild hints of abuse, and OH DEAR is that my smut I left out? Oh, that's a lot of smut. I'm so embarrassed.

Chapter One Two Three

While dinner was being prepared, Rolan helped Zelphie with her room. She had done a lot of shopping for furnishings. New curtains for the balcony window, new blankets and pillows for her bed. She had gone clothes shopping as well and she pushed him away from snooping through her new dresses, stockings and tunics. They would share dinner with each other and Lajy on the balcony. Zelphie made a fun decision to place down the old furnishings of her room on the balcony to create a nice sitting space while they ate. It was cozy, very intimate. Sitting down on plush pillows and a thick blanket on a balcony of a wizard’s tower, drinking wine, eating and watching the sunset next to Rolan seemed divine to Zelphie. As they ate, they did what felt right for a budding couple, asking each other questions. They now knew each other’s favorite flower, color, wine and sweet treat.

‘So…if you can remember, as you told me you were young when you were left on your own, is Zelphie your real name?’ He asked her and she swirled her wine glass a little.

‘No, the matron of the orphanage named me. I was named after her parrot,’ she said and Rolan shook his head.

‘That is not true,’ he sighed, almost annoyed at her story.

‘I swear it is! At least that’s what she told me. She told me she named me after the parrot because I never learned how to shut up and be peaceful,’ she said and Rolan snorted.

‘Alright, that I believe,’ he said and she nudged him.

‘How about you?’

‘I’ve always been Rolan,’ he answered her and cleared his throat. It was incredibly common in tiefling culture for tieflings to change their names. Many didn’t even have last names. Tieflings did not have a great societal sense of a family unit. Their children ran wild and some parents who did try to raise their children were ripped from their children, just like Zelphie and Rolan’s had been. The state of the orphans she had met at the Emerald Grove was normal, unfortunately. At least this was true for the tieflings of the Sword Coast.

‘What was your mother’s name?’ She asked and Rolan smiled.

‘Dayryn,’ he answered softly and leaned against the tower’s wall. ‘She was the most wonderful person in the world. Just imagine, if you will, the person who is the reason for Lia’s bravery and passion and Cal’s loyalty and kindness,’ he began and Zelphie just smiled. What a wonderful thing to say. ‘And, to her credit, most of my brilliance,’ he added with a smirk and Zelphie laughed, but shook her head.

‘She might have fueled the flames, but she did not spark them, Rolan,’ she said and he looked down at her. ‘Trust me, with the rows I’ve had with wizards and warlocks all my life, you have something more special than books can teach and devils can promise,’ she said, and she had been hiding a little secret from him. Rolan was a powerful mage, there was no mistaking that. When she first met him, he was incredibly boisterous about his talents, which was very funny to hear as he had gone on and on in front of Mystra’s previous chosen, Gale. But when she heard of Rolan’s power in the Shadowfell Lands and saw it for herself about a month ago, she knew Rolan was special. He was very hard working and well read, she wouldn’t take that from him. But he was born with a talent.

‘I’m sure there was a compliment in there,’ he said and she nodded.

‘Yes, I mean, I don’t know if you were born this way Rolan, but your magic is….different. I didn’t go to Blackstaff or perfect my craft as an apprentice. I don’t know what the spells I yield are called. Sorcerers just…do. Like blinking or breathing. Because of that our magic that a wizard may learn is always a little unique. Very strong but also unique. Does that make sense?’ She asked and Rolan simply nodded. ‘I didn’t notice it at first…but when you cast a magic missile, it has the potential to stun. That’s not something a wizard is taught. You can cast mage armor on a person wearing armor. That is not something that is taught. Gale made that remark to me a while back, about you. He noticed it right away. Were you…did you always have a connection to the Weave, when you were very young?’ She asked and Rolan frowned and nodded slowly. ‘Then…maybe…you are just a very very well read sorcerer.’ Rolan was frozen and a little tense. Zelphie had only meant for her words to be complimentary, but it seemed to not have that effect. ‘Rolan?’

‘I’m not a sorcerer,’ he said and seemed to relax a little and sipped his wine. ‘I worked very, very hard for what I have-‘

‘Of course! Oh! Rolan, I don’t mean to say all of that to insult your education. Oh, no, no I’m so sorry. Obviously everything you have accomplished in your life is incredible. I mean, wizards usually get so far up the chain because they are privileged. Gale grew up a spoiled only child in Waterdeep. Lorroakan had his family name to raise him to the top, you, you did all of this yourself.’ She rambled quickly and Rolan sighed. ‘And bully for me, I think sorcerers are impressive people.’ She said and tilted her head. Rolan’s eyes widened and he shook his head.

‘Well, of course…I just-‘ Zelphie giggled and shook her head. 

‘Hush you,’ she said and leaned up for a kiss. He was very happy to oblige her. Happy to kiss her and very happy to not be in trouble for insulting her. She was just as happy. She still couldn’t believe herself. Kissing him, enjoying his company as they lounged on her new beautiful balcony. She sighed happily against his lips and she felt his arm slowly coil around her waist, pulling her closer to him. ‘Stubborn wizard,’ she muttered against his lips and he growled a little laugh. Another almost fight, and she dissolved it with grace, as she always did. This wasn’t very normal for him but he was very happy about it. He was stubborn, he knew he was stubborn. He was proud of being stubborn. His stubbornness got him where he was right now. With a little help, of course. Help from the woman who was kissing him on a balcony as the sunset on the sea in front of them.

His arm pulled her tighter, the ease in which he was able to move her made her feel good. She liked that neediness and strength. He pulled her so close she felt it only natural to get as close to him as she could. With care and patience, she crawled into Rolan’s lap. She was timid in case he would object, but no protests came from him. Just a tighter grip on her waist. Her dress lifted to her thighs and Rolan touched her thigh and laughed. She barely pulled away from him, just enough to speak.

‘What’s so funny?’ She whispered and he nipped at her bottom lip.

‘Fucking stockings,’ he muttered a pinched the soft fabric that created a barrier between her thigh and his hand. Her heart melted, hearing his voice so low and soft. Almost demanding. She could have passed out.

‘They are a nuisance, aren’t they?’ She asked and lowered her face, her lips finding the delicate skin of his neck. He shivered and sighed at her touch. ‘Good thing they don’t go all the way up,’ she muttered. Rolan was frozen for a second, and then moved his hand up her thigh slowly, until his fingertips could feel her delicate skin. She shivered and lifted her head to look at him.

‘I would…like to be a gentleman,’ he whispered, his hand moving a little more and his thumb rubbing soft circles on her inner thigh. She gasped at his new touch, that look on his face, she was lust drunk, completely different from the drunk she was earlier.

‘I’ll give you permission if that will help,’ she whispered back and his hand inched closer.

‘Whatever my lady requests,’ he whispered back, daring her, daring her to ask him.

‘Touch me Rolan,’ she said and he leaned back down to kiss her. As he did, she felt his thumb gently stroke her bare slit and she moaned happily against him.

‘Oh, maybe you aren’t my lady. Stockings but…no underwear? Tut tut, my dear,’ he said playfully and she wrapped her arms around his neck.

‘I promise I’ll behave next time, Master Rolan,’ she muttered and his fingers parted her lips. She moaned once more and rolled her hips into his hand.

‘Oooh, now, don’t be so greedy, I’ll give you what you need,’ he muttered into her ear and she whined, only grinding her hips harder. ‘Oh, my little hero is so desperate, isn’t she?’ He chuckled. ‘Up with you, love,’ he said and his hand moved from her groin to her hip, patting her backside a little. With a little whine, Zelphie stood up and was followed quickly by Rolan. A little too naturally, Rolan took her hand and walked her back inside. ‘Now, you be good for me and sit on the bed,’ he told her and she eagerly obeyed. For some reason, she didn’t picture him to be so commanding in the bedroom, but his confidence scaled his whole personality. Very fortunate for her, she did like it. She’d never been led before, it felt very nice. She sat on the bed, her tail beating the mattress with excitement. Rolan watched it for a moment and walked over to her. ‘My happy little sorceress, are you happy?’ He asked, getting close enough that Zelphie spread her legs easily. He tipped her chin gently and she nodded.

‘Happy is a very poor word, but yes, I am happy,’ she said and he chuckled.

‘What’s a better word?’ He asked her and she looked up at the ceiling.

‘Hmmmm….delighted, excited, enraptured, curious, a little nervous,’ she said with a giggle and Rolan’s smile just kept growing. He was terribly handsome. ‘Incredibly aroused,’ she said, running her hand down his robes. They were made of a very heavy velvet. He was a showman. Down his chest and torso her hands went before they landed to his middle, where she felt his erection.

‘You feel what you do to me?’ He asked her and she nodded, rubbing the area and he sighed out. ‘Oh, very good,’ he told her and slowly guided her face to look to the side. She easily moved her head, feeling his eyes on her, baring into her. His fingers left her chin and his nails pulled the fabric of her collar and he sighed, not gaining the access he wanted. ‘This needs to go,’ he told her and she stopped rubbing him. She placed her hands in the delicate buttons on her shoulder, but he took over. She looked back up at him, watching him fuss easily over her collar.

‘You’re so beautiful,’ she said softly, she was so lightheaded from lust and love she barely registered that her mouth opened. His yellow eyes moved from her shoulder to her face and he stopped moving for a moment, then returned back to his work.

‘You’re drunk again,’ he said and she shook her head.

‘Drunk, maybe, but not like I was earlier. This has nothing to do with alcohol. You are the potion that has my brain in a chokehold,’ she told him and reached up to his face, cupping his cheek. He was just in control. He had lost it. He had gotten her collar loose and he looked back at her. ‘Everything you do just…sets my heart on fire, Rolan,’ she told him and he searched her face. ‘You are devastatingly beautiful.’

‘Do you really think that?’ He asked her softly and she nodded.

‘Yes, I think that because you are. Your strong jaw, those beautiful eyes, I love your nose,’ she said and his brows furrowed and she giggled. ‘I do, it’s so sharp and I love the little bump,’ she said and his nose wrinkled. She laughed again and shook her head. ‘Yes, that nose,’ she confirmed and he laughed.

‘I’m sorry, but getting accolades from you is…hard to believe,’ he told her and she tilted her head. She let go of his face and slipped the rest of her dress off, sitting almost completely naked in front of him. He swallowed hard when he looked at her properly. There she was. He would have loved to control himself and be a gentleman, but his eyes traveled down her neck to her collarbone, she had freckles on her shoulders. Her breasts were beautiful and he felt his hands reaching out to touch them. Her chest heaved with a heavy breath and he glanced back at her face to make sure this was alright. She was just looking back at him. He had been in control, but now he seemed timid.

‘I’m all yours, it’s alright,’ she told him softly and she saw him swallow hard. He took in a deep breath and breathed out.

‘Lie back on the mattress,’ he requested, his voice cracking a little. She smiled and scooted up on the bed and began to remove her long stockings. ‘Mmmmm, leave those on, please,’ he told her and she giggled. As she climbed up on the bed, her tail curled to an S-shape and Rolan quickly began to undress. She sat down and watched him closely. She chewed on her lip as his robes fell around him. She ogled him a little less subtly than he had just done to her. Her grip on her own lip hardened as she took in his body. He really was beautiful. He had such a strong, lean frame. The ridges on his chest were beautiful and symmetrical. He caught her and smiled, confident that look on her face wasn’t faked. ‘I told you to lie down,’ he told her and she giggled and obeyed, lying on her back. Quickly, Rolan climbed into the bed, crawling over her. He leaned down and kissed her tenderly. She wrapped her arms around his neck. His teeth nipped at her bottom lip and she sighed happily. Her tail curled around his leg and he chuckled. ‘Greedy, greedy little thing,’ he whispered and his lips moved to her jaw, trailing kissing down to her neck. He leaned up a little and moved her face to the side once more and let out a very satisfied breath.

‘What are you looking at?’ She asked and he leaned down to kiss her neck.

‘Your lovely neck,’ he whispered and his hand traveled down the side of her body, giving her skin bumps and a shiver. She gasped at the light touch of his nails on her skin. Damn anyone who assumed a wizard wasn’t good with their hands. With ease and allowed access from Zelphie, Rolan’s hand returned to her middle as his kisses met her breasts. ‘Mmmmm…so ready for me already, my dear, very good girl,’ he said, feeling her warmth and wetness. She gasped in delight, his fingers teasing her, his lips on her nipple.

‘Oh!’ She squealed and gasped, which only egged Rolan on.

‘Shhhh…they’ll hear you down in the city,’ he whispered playfully.

‘Let them,’ she moaned. Her hips twitched as his fingers found her sensitive little nub.

‘Oh, lucky me, you’ll have to indulge me. I’m a bit pent up…so I’ll need some time to play. I want you to unravel, I want you delirious, begging,’ he told her, sitting up. ‘And when you have completely lost your senses, I’ll take what I’ve worked for and fuck you through this bed,’ he said, kneeling in between her legs, his thumb still rubbing her clit in a steady motion. She leaned up on her elbows and he leaned down, kissing her thighs, biting their sensitive skin. She gasped and yelped a little at the feeling of his teeth breaking her skin. He made eye contact with her and she let out another loud moan. He removed his teeth from her skin and kissed her gently in the same spot. His kisses again traveled until she felt him in her middle. His tongue ran up to his thumb and she sighed.

‘Oh…oh Rolan…t-that-‘ she couldn’t finish. His thumb rubbed her clit and his tongue entered her, attempting to lick her clean. Her head hung back in ecstasy. He hummed happily against her and she continued to moan. He felt wonderful, loving, needy, demanding. Warmth ran through her body and she relaxed, lying back on the bed, her left hand finding the top of his head and grabbed at his hair. ‘That feels so good, you’re so good,’ she moaned and he grinned, but continued eating her out, not changing anything about his movements. If they were working there was no reason to change. He wanted to feel her melt on him. Her moans and cries and shakes were killing him. He was doing everything he could not to sit up and fuck her properly. But he knew, he knew he would spend himself quickly. It had been a long time for him. Their first time must be perfect. Or at least memorable. He felt powerful watching his lovely sorceress unwind. And gods she tasted delicious.

He got what he wanted, very quickly. Her ragged breaths slowly became a little louder and more deep and he felt her hips roll up. Her hands left his hair and she held his horns. 

‘That’s my girl, that’s my little love, cum for me,’ he said and her grip on his horns tightened and her thighs tightened around his head.

‘Oh! Oh fuck! Yes!’ She cried and Rolan felt her muscles contracting. He lapped up as much of her as he could handle and sat up. She let her grip on him go and he laughed proudly, wiping his face. He watched her writhe for a moment longer and she looked up at him. Her body was perfect for him. The spines down her collarbone to her breasts were delicate. He leaned over and kissed her mouth and she moaned, kissing him back.

‘Gorgeous,’ he whispered and without moving his face from hers, he lifted her hips back up and she gasped when she felt his erection right up against her. ‘Are you alright?’ He asked her and she nodded. ‘Speak, my love,’ he whispered and she swallowed hard. What had he done to her?

‘I’m alright, Rolan, I need you,’ she said and rubbed herself against him. ‘Please,’ she whispered and Rolan pushed inside of her slowly, making her whimper. He groaned loudly and stopped moving.

‘Gods you feel wonderful,’ he groaned and slowly began to thrust in and out of her. Each thrust was slow but still made Zelphie call out a little sound with each one. He felt wonderful. He leaned his forehead to hers, bending her a little, and her moans got louder. ‘Is it alright?’ He asked and she opened her red eyes to look into his yellow ones. ‘Am I alright?’ He asked her and she nodded, completely unable to speak. Just little cries and moans, so she leaned up to kiss him, her hands on his face. He had one hand holding himself up, on the bed beside her, the other hand had a very firm grip on her hip. She felt his nails clawing a little anytime he moved back in her. The sensation was nice, possession and neediness. She trusted Rolan not to really hurt her. It made her feel good to be needed so desperately by him. She felt beautiful, more than she felt if he were to simply call her that.

‘Oh gods,’ she cried when he made a simple change in pace. Her hands moved to his hair, tangling her fingers in his once neat locks. His thrusting became eager, and she gave back as she could, arching her back for him. ‘I love you,’ she muttered and his lips caught hers. She heard him whimper, feeling the vibrations of his lips against hers.

‘I-I can’t-‘ he stammered and she felt his whole body on her. His face was in her neck, shuddering and with two hard thrusts he shook and sighed out, trying to catch his breath. She still held him close. ‘I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,’ he whispered and she caught his lips again. Her kiss was tender.

‘Don’t apologize, that was magnificent, you are wonderful,’ she whispered to him and he kissed her once more.

‘You are…you are perfection, the way you feel, those sounds you sing so sweetly, I couldn’t help it,’ he continued and she laughed.

‘There is no higher compliment,’ she told him, her fingers stroking his hair back, which had completely fallen from its neat little knot. He sighed and rolled off of her, she gave out a little wince when she felt him leave her completely. He didn’t look as happy as she felt. ‘Rolan….are you alright?’ She asked and rolled onto her side. She placed a hand on his chest and he sighed, taking her hand.

‘I thought I had more in me…but…well, when you said you loved me I just…’ he sighed and closed his eyes. She laughed and leaned over to kiss his cheek.

‘Please, Rolan, I mean it, I feel wonderful. And you are all to blame, please tell me you feel the same,’ she said and he opened his eyes to look at her.

‘Zelphie, it’s been a long time since I’ve felt like that. I’m just afraid you think me….’ He didn’t finish and she smirked.

‘Well, if you’re going to be stubborn about it,’ she said and he grunted, which made her laugh. ‘You make it up to me in the morning, hm?’ She asked him and littered the side of his face with kisses. ‘But until then, enjoy the afterglow, because I’m going to,’ she told him and he rolled over to face her.

‘I consider myself incredibly lucky,’ he told her. ‘Being here with you, you know…the party all those months ago, the light show? It was to impress you,’ he said and she laughed. He sighed heavily. ‘I mean it,’ he told her and she shook her head, still laughing.

‘I believe you, I’m laughing because I was enamored with you at that party. And neither of us were brave enough to admit it,’ she said and he finally smiled.

‘It was probably for the best, romance back then was probably not the best of plans,’ he said and placed his hand on her cheek.

‘I won’t regret anything, I’m very happy right now,’ she told him and she felt his tail curling around her leg. ‘Stay with me tonight,’ she whispered and he grinned.

‘Of course but uhm…if we could migrate…I uhm…I’d like to be in my own room, if that is alright. I would have brought us there in the first place had I assumed we would…’ he said and she smiled.

‘Whatever would make you comfortable. I’m very adaptable,’ she told him and he nodded.

‘Come then, let us not get too comfortable here,’ he said and grunted as he sat up. She sat up with him and when she climbed off the bed and walked to her wardrobe, finding a nightdress and a robe to wear for the quick journey across the hallway. Once she removed her stockings, she pulled her nightdress over her head. She felt the fabric fall from her head to around her body. It felt wonderful. Her skin was so sensitive. Before she could pull on her robe, Rolan walked up behind her. She hummed happily as she felt his hands on her hips. ‘Now you are devastating…’ he whispered and kissed her neck. She shivered at his touch and the feel of his lips and breath on her neck. She leaned back in him, his hands ran up her sides, grabbing at her breasts, just to feel them.

‘You better not start anything you cannot finish,’ she told him playfully. He chuckled against her skin, meaning only to play, to touch, he was too tempted by her. He nipped at her skin and little and she giggled. ‘You have a biting fixation, don’t you?’ She asked and he laughed. She could still feel the small sting of his little love bite on her thigh.

‘I suppose I do, or maybe it’s just that I’ve had a taste of my favorite treat,’ he purred into her neck and she continued to giggle. The rush of joy, lust and the feeling of his lips were driving her mad. His hands were terribly needy, but gentle. His thumbs stroked her nipples through her gown. She sighed softly. ‘Mmmmm, maybe I will be able to pay you back sooner than morning,’ he muttered and gave her neck one last little bite and walked away from her. She almost fell over. Instead, as he dressed himself, she pulled on her night robe and called for the little kitten.

‘Come now Lajy,’ she said and made a little sound from her lips to coax the kitten from the balcony. He came running and Zelphie shut the balcony door, a little embarrassed that it had been left open. ‘Lucky me, it seems I’m getting everything I want today,’ she hummed happily and Rolan laughed as he lazily redid the buttons of his robes. It wouldn’t be staying on much longer.

‘Tell me then that you wish for at least one more glass of wine, a hot bath and then a deep deep slumber?’ He asked her and she grinned.

‘You read my mind, I’m terribly lucky,’ she said and he held out his hand for her. She smiled and picked her little kitten up and took Rolan’s hand. He brought her hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles. ‘Even luckier now,’ she said and he gave her quite the proud smirk. He radiated joy and pride and that made her even happier. The couple left Zelphie’s room and made it to Rolan’s. She hadn’t been to the master bedroom before, why would she have? It was incredibly clear that Rolan had fully renovated this room. Not a glimmer of Lorroakan was left. The room was warm, a fireplace roaring a blue flame. It was bright but had no heat. The rest of the room was dark, but incredibly illuminated. Along with the blue flame, the ceiling had an illusion cast on it, a brightly lit night sky. Zelphie placed the kitten on the floor, but did not take her eyes off of the effect.

‘It’s not too jarring, is it?’ Rolan asked and she smiled at him and shook her head.

‘It’s beautiful,’ she said softly and he smiled.

‘I hope you can sleep through it, I…I need it, to sleep,’ he said and Zelphie tilted her head.

‘Afraid of the dark?’ She asked and he nodded.

‘Yes,’ he said, very simply. ‘Well, uneasy to sleep in the dark, it was never dark where I lived,’ he said and Zelphie’s mouth opened a little, remembering exactly where Rolan was from. Elturel. Elturel, a capital city that had descended to Avernus, suspended over the River Styx, had been a daylight city. She knew very little about it, but the city was under the constant glow of a light source referred to as The Companion.

‘That must have been so strange…never seeing night,’ she said and he shrugged.

‘It was all we knew until The Descent,’ he told her and she nodded. ‘So, I sleep with a little light on,’ he said and she looked back up and smiled.

‘Was The Companion this bright, or brighter?’ She asked and he grinned, happy for her curiosity.

‘Bright as the sun, but none of the heat. It would be as bright as a spring day while it was snowing,’ he said and she laughed a little. That was joyful. She didn’t think she could deal with that much light, but it was better than the reverse. ‘But, after The Descent, we’ve had to make due with evolving our sleeping schedules. Once on the Sword Coast, after all tieflings were expelled from Elturel, I used to sleep during the day, although that proved to be very dangerous. Everyone else we traveled with seemed to be able to cope with the night sky, but…I never really could. So, this is my compromise. I hope it does not disturb you,’ he said and she looked back at him.

‘I don’t see how it could. It’s so beautiful, you amaze me with how talented you are,’ she said and his cheeks burnt up. ‘The other day you were in such awe of my concentration on a little mage hand, but you’ve had this just going on and on? Don’t you ever be impressed with me again,’ she said and he laughed.

‘Well, that is…very nice to hear,’ he said and got himself undressed.

Rolan ran the couple a bath, which Zelphie was very excited about. As lovely as their recent activity had been, she hated going to bed less than clean. The past tenday had proven to her that she still felt that way, even after her less luxurious adventures. Rolan had a large bedroom, it had an adjoining washroom, a wine rack, a desk and seating area, Zelphie could have lived in just this one room her whole life and have been happy. He also had a balcony that faced the west, looking to the mountains and sea. She looked down at fuzzy little Eliminster and wondered what he thought of the giant room. He was snoozing on a lounge chair. Zelphie poured two glasses of wine and met him in the washroom.

‘Now this is terribly luxurious, wine in a bath,’ she said, handing Rolan both glasses so that she could undress and set into the water. Boiling hot, exactly as she liked it. As she sat in the large tub, Rolan handed her her glass and he got in carefully, able to balance his own glass, sitting across from her.

‘It is the very first thing I did after calling Cal and Lia to the tower,’ he said, smiling. ‘That might have been the strangest day of my life, back at home, my family home, I was desperate to work under a man like Lorroakan. I would never have dreamed this is the situation I would find myself in. I had a lot of work to do, but that night, I needed to just…soak it all in, so to speak,’ he explained and she nodded.

‘For what it’s worth Rolan, I’m still coming to terms with the events that happened this year. When everything was over, I thought it was so strange that I would be going home, living a normal life, and going back to work. It’s what I wanted, but it felt almost wrong,’ she explained to him and took a sip of wine. He laughed lightly and was clearly in thought from what she said. 

‘Back to work? What on Toril did you used to do for work?’ He asked her and she frowned.

‘I worked with a jeweler in the upper city,’ she said and took another quick sip of wine. ‘I was…I helped set stones in gold and silver and bronze,’ she explained and Rolan frowned. Zelphie didn’t really want to discuss her past work. She was a setter for a jeweler in the upper city, and she did set precious gems, but that was not all she did for her employer’s clients. Rolan took a moment, but asked against his better judgment.

‘What has you so upset about that?’ He asked. She took a deep sigh into her wine.

‘I don’t think you want to know, Rolan. I don’t…I don’t have good stories about my past employment. Either I lie to you, or you will be upset and I don’t wish to lie to you or sour the mood,’ she told him and his frown only deepened.

‘Did your last employer treat you like my last employer?’ He asked her softly and she shrugged.

‘She never touched me…but…I was a bit of a…’ she huffed and looked at him. ‘Until the refugees from Elturel came to Baldur’s Gate, tieflings were very rare in the city and some patriars found me…exotic,’ she began and Rolan’s face turned to a scowl, full of disgust. She glanced at him and looked away. She didn’t like that look on him. She swore she felt the water get hotter. ‘I shouldn’t have told you,’ she said softly and Rolan looked up and away from her.

‘Where was this?’ He asked, a cracking in his voice.

‘Like I said, it was in the Upper City, so it’s probably rubble. I think this tower is the only thing standing,’ she explained quickly. ‘Rolan, please, I shouldn’t have said anything,’ she told him and leaned forward. She placed her goblet on the side of the bath and climbed into his lap. ‘Please, don’t be upset,’ she told him softly, but he was terribly tense. She wrapped one arm around his neck and placed her free hand on his face. ‘Please,’ she begged and he looked up at her.

‘Tell me who she is,’ he asked her as calmly as he could. Zelphie chewed on her bottom lip. She was very angry with herself for upsetting him. He didn’t need to know about her past. Not that. It didn’t matter, that was well over. No one could touch her again, she was safe. ‘I’ll drop it if you tell me,’ he told her and she frowned but sighed, relenting.

‘It was in The Wide, called Love’s Secret. It was owned by a woman named Mayleen Starheart. Although, I would place a bet that was not her real name,’ she said and Rolan sighed and nodded. He sipped his wine and placed his goblet down. He would keep his promise to her for now. His arms wrapped around her and she leaned down to kiss him. She felt him relax and she leaned back up. ‘You know, I never pictured your hair would be this long,’ she said and her finger twisted around a lock behind his neck. He smiled at her.

‘If I want to keep it long, I must keep it neat,’ he told her and she nodded.

‘Could I wash it for you?’ Rolan’s eyes widened at her question and he nodded. She climbed off of his lap and he reached behind him for his soap. She took it as he dunked his head back, soaking his hair. ‘Make yourself comfortable,’ she said, sitting up high and he turned himself around, laying back, his back against her chest.

‘Is that alright?’ He asked her and she hummed. He felt like a weighted blanket on her.

‘Wonderful,’ she told him and began to rub the soap into his scalp just at his hairline, along the crowns of his horns. ‘You Lia and Cal all have fully black horns,’ she mused and he hummed. ‘I’m terribly jealous.’

‘Your horns are beautiful,’ he told her quickly and she laughed. ‘I meant it, they are very large, but they are so…graceful. They only enhance your beauty, my darling,’ he told her and she smiled, continuing her work in his hair.

‘Thank you, Master Rolan,’ she said with a smirk. He laughed, she felt the vibrations of his body against her chest.

‘We are naked, newly coupled, your fingers are in my hair which all on its own is stirring something in me, and you keep calling me Master Rolan,’ he said happily. ‘You need to stop that,’ he told her and she smiled proudly.

‘I told you earlier, I’m all yours, I think that’s a very fitting title for me to call you,’ she said and Rolan quickly submerged into the water again. After a moment under the water, Zelphie was laughing loudly. Now he was being silly. He re-emerged and quickly ran his hands through his hair to get the water out, and he got right out of the bath. ‘Uh-oh,’ she said, still laughing a bit as Rolan turned around, grabbing a towel to dry himself off.

‘Uh-oh is correct, and you’ll be in much more trouble if you don’t get that heavenly body out of that bath and into my bed,’ he told her and Zelphie almost froze. She did as she was told and got out of the bath. She grabbed herself a towel and dried herself off, glad her hair hadn’t gotten wet. Rolan gave her about ten seconds and took her hand. ‘Come come,’ he said and she smiled up at him. She might have just created a monster. He led her to his large bed, a large white blanket with dark purple satin sheets underneath. It was incredibly plush. ‘Lie back,’ he told her gently and once her head reached the pillow, he climbed on top of her. ‘You look very, very good in my bed,’ he told her and that possessive tail of hers wrapped around his leg again. He leaned down and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back. Her hips rolled up into him, coaxing his erection and he sighed happily. He then laughed. He laughed hard and she looked at him with wide eyes.

‘What?’ She asked, a smile growing on her face. Oh, he was incredibly silly. She loved it, she loved seeing him so happy, and she loved even more to be the center of his joy. He shook his head and kissed the side of her mouth. 

‘I feel spoiled,’ he told her and lifted his head to look at her again. ‘You, you of all people in this world are in my bed. And you want me, I’m just having a hard time processing it all,’ he said and she grinned up at him.

‘I hate to boost your ego even further, but you need to know how much I am thinking the same. I really didn’t think you would ever want me, like this,’ she said and placed her hands on his face. ‘Can I show you how much I want you?’ She asked and let her tail loosen from his leg. He nodded slowly. ‘Lie on your back,’ she whispered and he did just that. Zelphie smiled and climbed over him, but stayed by his legs. She knelt between his legs and bent over, running her tongue against his erection and he sighed out with a shake in his voice.

‘Aahhh…’ he whimpered and Zelphie smiled, keeping close attention to the head of his cock, lapping at it like a cat to water. ‘Oh…you.I’m supposed to be..p-paying you back,’ he whimpered and she giggled.

‘You are,’ she whispered. He hissed and she felt him twitch. That was the truth. She wanted to pamper him. She had been earlier, washing his hair, but he needed attention elsewhere and she would give it to him. It turned her on, watching her partner be satisfied with just her mouth. She rocked her hips happily and once he was slick with her spit, she took as much as she could of him in her mouth. Rolan moaned and she felt his tail rise up between her legs, asking for them to part. She parted her knees and his tail rubbed up against her and she moaned against him.

‘Oh what a pretty thing you are…’ he muttered and she began to bob her head up and down. As she did, she naturally rubbed herself against his tail, which he kept pressing against her harder and harder. He was only encouraging her. She felt his tail move against her and she grinned.

‘Looking for something?’ She asked him playfully and went right back to her work. He made eye contact with her for a moment and she watched him. She had never seen him like that, completely enraptured, nervous, a little confused. He sighed out happily and leaned his head back, closing his eyes.

‘I want to fuck you, so you’re going to need to cum for me,’ he told her softly and she wiggled her hips.

‘It makes you feel good when I cum, doesn’t it?’ She asked, using her hand to work his cock as she spoke to him. He nodded and swallowed hard. ‘You make me feel so good, Rolan,’ she said and put his cock back in her mouth. His sounds and whimpers as she sucked him, his cock growing harder in her mouth was sending her on edge. She couldn’t help it. She felt the warmth rise up inside of her and she arched her back, slowing down. Rolan opened his eyes to watch her. His tail rubbed her harder and a little faster to make up for her frozen form.

‘Yes, yes, oh you beautiful thing, yes, cum for me, cum like I asked, be a good girl,’ he whispered a spasm shot through her body as she writhed, riding her orgasm out on his tail. ‘That’s my girl, yes, enjoy yourself on me, use me,’ he coaxed her through her orgasm, leaving her legs shaking. She crawled up and kissed him hard, rolling her hips in his. He placed one hand on her backside and the other positioned himself so she could feel him at her entrance which was begging. ‘Do you want it?’ He asked her through kisses and she moaned. ‘Say it,’ he commanded her lightly and she nodded.

‘I want it, I want you,’ she muttered and he lifted his hips and she groaned as he entered her. He held her hips still so she would stay exactly where she was. In and out, so slow, so careful. With every movement of his hips she cried out. Her body ached. He watched her carefully and she sat upright. She then leaned back, her hands on his thighs behind her and bounced. He cursed under his breath and moved his right hand to her middle. His thumb rubbed her clit and she called out, feeling that rush of warmth again. She felt like she had no control over herself, pure instinct had taken over. She bounced and rocked her hips on him like a mad woman, crying out his name.

‘You’re so beautiful,’ Rolan muttered. She moaned again, looking down at her.

‘Oh Rolan,’ she moaned and he leaned up on his elbow, still rubbing her clit.

‘Mmmm…take what you want, take what you want, I want to feel you cum with me inside you, be selfish,’ he whispered and that was it. She lost the ability to breath and her hips curled around, as her second orgasm rang through her. Rolan gasped and moaned and she felt him shiver under her, twitching and then his hips pressing into her more. That was magical.

‘I love you,’ she whispered and bent down to kiss him. A shiver ran up her spine and she giggled. Rolan pulled her down to lay on top of him, his arms wrapped around her.

‘I love you too,’ he whispered and kissed his lady. She giggled, a feel of pure joy and release washing over her, delusional joy. She felt happy, she felt silly, she felt stupid, she felt playful and warm. The couple stayed like that, not getting enough of the other, just kissing and grabbing in the afterglow. Their tails intertwined and fought over dominance. Zelphie kissed down his face, giggling happily and he laughed at her. ‘Oh don’t tell me you have energy left,’ he said and looked down at her with heavily lidded eyes. Her eyes were bright.

‘Is it annoying?’ She asked him, wiggling a little. He shook his head, still smiling and closed his eyes.

‘Not in the least, I just hope you know this old man is physically spent,’ he said and sighed out.

‘What old man?’ She asked and he just laughed. She crawled off of him happily and sat next to his head, and her fingers combed through his wet hair happily. He had a very low and quiet purr, but it was there and it made her happy. He scooted to his side and pulled on her arm.

‘Come down here and lay with me, I want to hold you,’ he begged and she did as he asked. Though first, Rolan kicked down the covers to situate themselves on the sheets. Once under them, Rolan pulled Zelphie in closed, their noses nuzzling and her horns clinked against his. ‘Comfortable?’ He asked her softly and she nodded, her tail and legs wrapping around his. If she could find a way to get closer to him she would. ‘Good,’ he said and leaned his face up to kiss her forehead. ‘I meant what I said, Zelphie, I do love you. That wasn’t wine or lust talking. Your courage, your kindness, your patience, your warmth, your beauty…I…I’d have to be a damned fool not to consider myself the luckiest person in Faerun by having you in my arms, in my bed. And I will take advantage of that, I will cherish you, I will make sure I am worthy of your love in return,’ he spoke and Zelphie’s mind buzzed. She didn’t know what to say. All of the accolades coming from him meant everything to her. So that’s what she would tell him.

‘That…that means quite a lot coming from you, Rolan. Thank you, and know that I will also cherish you, and boost that goddamned confidence of yours, because everything you say you see in me I see in you,’ she said and he looked down. ‘I see a trustworthy, devoted, brave, hard-working, intelligent and beautiful man when I look at you. I’d give anything to have you know that about yourself,’ she continued and he frowned a little. ‘You don’t need to fight for me. Just…promise me you’ll continue being this man that I love, hm?’ She asked and he smiled again and nodded.

‘I promise,’ he told her and she kissed him tenderly. ‘Goodnight, Zelphie,’ he whispered and closed his eyes.

‘Sweet dreams, Rolan.’

[henriediosa]

The Princess of Lucifer / 悪ノ娘 (Aku no Musume) original music and lyrics by mothy / 悪ノP jazzwaltz version by 情熱Ｐ / てとてと arrangement by Desconico vocals by SOLARIA (Lite) on Synthesizer V Studio Basic from a UST by Masao-san https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Jd73E95dy4 tuning, mixing, video, illustration, additional vocals, and translation by Henrie Diosa

I'm not kidding when I say this project is at least ten years in the making. I fell in love with the Evillious Chronicles as a little nerd in high school, and I was already working on translated English lyrics. Vocal synths as a technology have come so far since then, and so have I as an artist, so I'm really happy that now I can make the videos I've always dreamed of making.

links, credits, and lyrics under the cut!

His Significance of Existence: on tumblr, on youtube Fallen Angel: https://youtu.be/W4Rq9ZIasO0

SVP and instrumental/off vocal: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/17c_Zo2s6uQB4wSAzPRVpDUOjl-2qrNn6?usp=sharing

Image Credits: The Metropolitan Museum of Art Open Access Abstract Ink Drops and Spread on Wet Paper Free Video from Vecteezy Rose Flower Seamless Pattern from @Helenlane Dreamstime.com

The folks on Ko-fi saw it first! I have a membership tier on Ko-fi that helps me afford meds and have the space to make art. I was also posting demos of the music and sketches of the art while I was making them. You can join the minamahal at ko-fi.com/henriediosa

Lyrics:

[So! On your knees.]

Once upon a time in a land far away, Was a kingdom of every evil in the world. Sitting at the top, she who always had her way, Was a queen in yellow, a fourteen year old girl.

A palace well furnished, a show of her means A servant her mirror, and loyal to the throne A thoroughbred named Josephine Everything, yes, everything, she claimed as her own

When there's no money left for what she wants “The people have no bread? Let them eat cake!” she’d sneer Anyone who dared oppose would meet her commandants She makes her dissenters disappear!

[So! On your knees.]

Aku no hana, an evil flower blooms Brilliant, iridescent, dignified Over the pitiful weeds she looms Let them rot, let them die, let them nourish her pride

Our little tyrant had her heart set on a prince From the blue land of Marlon, across another port But his heart had been promised long since To a girl from the green Kingdom of Elphegort

Emerald went Her Majesty in envy, and she called For an audience with the Minister of War Said in a soft voice that left him appalled "I want to see the green kingdom burn."

Thousands of homes turned to ash in the Hunt Thousands left mourning for millions of lives Uncountable suffering out on the front But the queen never heard their cries

[Oh, is it teatime already?]

Aku no hana, an evil flower blooms Furor, fire, and genocide Around the lesser flowers’ tombs She's untouched, all her thorns protect her with pride

[We live in a world where some are born to rule, and some are born to be ruled. If everyone were equal, society would collapse. Somebody has to keep those filthy peasants in their places. ]

Finally the years of suffering quietly end Finally the people's hatred stirred up too much to ignore On they rose, led by a rose-red woman and her friends On the people marched, into the palace and the court

Low Lucifenians on fire with rage Against royal soldiers exhausted from the war Screaming for justice and hungry for change, Armour and swords posed no threat anymore

Into the palace, all doorways flung wide All her rats ran away, none remain "Take the queen!" the rebels cried And at last they had her in chains!

[What do you think you’re doing? Unhand me, you ruffians! Let go!]

Aku no hana, an evil flower blooms Pensive and quiet, cast aside Watching her paradise meets its doom And fall with the weight of her sins and her pride

Once upon a time in a land far away, Was a kingdom of every evil in the world. Sitting at the top, she who always had her way, Was a girl in yellow, a fourteen year old girl.

They set her death to three hours after noon When the bells rang "Rerum, Deus tenax vigor" Did that girl, alone in her room Think of all of the sins she must answer for?

Full of hope and fear, now the church bells strike three Now the girl walks out, head held high to the world And the crowd jeered and jabbered, but she made no last plea She smiled with her last words:

[Oh, is it teatime already?]

Aku no hana, an evil flower died Brilliant, iridescent, dignified La fille du mal, so they call her, but I'd Not insult the ghost of the princess of pride

[bomberqueen17]

kitchen status

ok well. so. we're at the point now where the countertop guy (his name was Ken and he had a cool laser thing and confessed he often enjoys playing with people's cats with the laser thing when nobody's paying attention; alas our cat is not home and missed her chance) has come and measured, and now the countertops are due on January 4th.

Today the electricians are finishing the installation of all the outlets and such, which is exciting.

My mother advised me that the one thing she regrets about her kitchen remodel of, gosh more than ten years ago now, is that she didn't immediately install shelf liners. So I am going to do that. A cursory websearch told me that you can in fact make your own from fabric, but I think I am going to mostly buy premade ones, since they're not very expensive and I want this to get done.

BUT I do have a lazy-susan corner cabinet that's got these big round shelves that the liners won't easily fit, so I am going to make my own slightly-padded lil quilted guys to go on those, I think that's the most expedient thing. i intend to fill that cabinet with my saucepans and baking dishes, so it doesn't need to be spillproof and grippy and all that.

ANYWAY the next thing I need to think about is COLORS. I found a bunch of my notes from when we first started thinking about remodeling the kitchen and my big conclusion was "i don't want gray! i don't want a kitchen all in shades of gray!" and guess what my new kitchen is all shades of gray. BUT. that's because I realized that getting brightly colored cabinets would lock me into one color. Like blue-- a lot of bright blue options in cabinets or countertops exist, but then you're locked into that specific shade of blue. And what if the cool accessories you wanted don't coordinate? No.

So I figure, i will pick ONE very bold color, and will paint the east wall around the window, the window trim, and the west wall and entryway that color, and then perhaps a secondary bold color will be what the dishes, spoon rest, and other replaceable accessories will be in. (I think some floor rugs too, at least in a couple high-traffic areas.)

But I need help choosing colors, so please do weigh in.

The kitchen is all in shades of gray with both warm and cool tones. The floor is grayish-mottled faux stone vinyl with a kind of warm cast. The cabinets are warm wood washed blue, which comes out to a fairly cool grayish color. The countertop will be a mottled mostly-white quartz composite. The backsplash will be (boring, I know, I know) white subway tiles.

The neighboring room, the living room, which the kitchen is now wide open to, is bright, saturated buttercup yellow, with royal purple trim. (The bedroom is deep royal purple with bright scarlet trim.)

I don't like pastels or desaturated colors. The colors I prefer are primary or secondary colors in jewel tones.

So I'm currently considering cobalt blue, emerald green, pthlao green, deep teal, mermaid blue, royal purple, or bright crimson as my main color, with the smaller secondary color being either goldenrod yellow, bright scarlet, bright orange, bright turquoise, or metallic gold.

My everyday china is in the classic Blue Willow pattern, and a few of the pieces are mended with gold kintsugi from the time period in which Dude was into doing that. We also have some CalamityWare because his sister bought us a bunch of that-- and that includes some soft furnishings, a pair of kitchen towels and a hot dish mitt and an apron and such.

Middle-Little advised me that the Pantone color of the year is "Peachfuzz(TM)" and that a pale peach or bright coral would be great colors for the kitchen, and she is correct, but that is not in the slightest bit to my personal taste so I won't be doing that. Alas. She's super correct though. But I have discovered I am allergic to those types of colors. What category is that? I don't know but I know my answer is No. And I feel like anything on-trend will soon be dated. (Also, and I do know this by chance, the Pantone Color Of The Year for like 2018 was a coral color, and like, why. Why do they keep coming back to this.)

I don't know what that means but that's my story and I'm sticking to it, LOL.

[vaelastormreaver]

Whispers of the Heart

Pairing: Halsin x Vaela (my tiefling barbarian Tav)

Summary: Halsin and Vaela reflect on the life they’ve built together as they settle down for the night

CW: mostly fluff, implications of spice

Author’s note: I wrote this a while back when I was being plagued with glitches and bugs while romancing Halsin. Once such bug had my Tav arriving to the reunion alone even though she was with Halsin. These devastating (and numerous) set backs were only slightly remedied through fanfics. You’ll notice I took some lines directly from the epilogue and transplanted them here. Again, this was to console myself while I was mentally preparing myself to replay all of Act 3 in the hopes I would finally get my ideal ending. Hope you all enjoy.

Another Summer day had come and gone and Vaela longed for nothing more than to be with her love, Halsin…

Vaela’s gaze drifted toward the open window of their shared treehouse, where the last traces of a soft pink and orange sunset melted into that of a twilight blue. Beyond the windowpane, the melodic trill of nightingales serenaded the land, weaving a tranquil melody that whispered of slumber. The bedroom, adorned with furnishings crafted by Halsin's skilled hands and embellished with Vaela's meticulous touch, exuded warmth and rustic charm. Intricately carved wooden furniture, lovingly crafted by Halsin, stood as a testament to his craftsmanship, while Vaela's additions lent a personal flair to the space. Delicate tapestries, embroidered with scenes of nature's beauty, adorned the walls, infusing the room with color and life. A scattering of fragrant wildflowers, lovingly gathered by Vaela during her travels, graced the bedside table, their sweet scent filling the air with a sense of tranquility. Yet, despite the comfort of her surroundings, an undeniable emptiness lingered in the air, a palpable reminder of Halsin's absence.

Halsin's absence weighed heavily on Vaela's heart as she waited for his return from his tireless endeavors in the community they had built together. His unwavering dedication to their shared dream of harmony between nature and civilization was something Vaela deeply admired about Halsin, but it often left her longing for his presence. Tonight was no exception, and as the minutes stretched into hours, Vaela found herself yearning for the reassuring touch of his hand and the sound of his voice filling the silence of their sanctuary.

Vaela had already immersed herself in the ritual of preparation, relishing in the simple yet comforting routine that marked the transition from day to night. Her slender fingers deftly braided her auburn locks to one side, securing them with a delicate tie as she cast a glance towards the open window, where the moon cast its gentle glow upon their burgeoning community. Her attire, a flowing white nightgown that cascaded to her knees, offered a stark contrast to the fatigue that settled upon her muscled frame after a day of toiling in the fields and aiding in the construction of new homes for the refugees.

Physical exertion had always been Vaela's forte, a testament to the strength honed through years of barbarian upbringing. While she thrived in the throes of manual labor, she gladly left the intricacies of diplomacy and negotiation to Halsin, who navigated the complexities of leadership with a grace and finesse that never failed to impress her.

As she reminisced on their journey together, her thoughts drifted back to their initial encounter in the depths of the goblin camp near the Emerald Grove. It was there that she had first laid eyes on Halsin, captured and condemned to a horrible fate at the hands of Absolute cultists. What had begun as a mission borne out of duty soon blossomed into a partnership forged in the crucible of adversity. With each passing day, Vaela found herself drawn to the arch druid's unwavering dedication to his cause, his loyalty to helping her find a cure to her affliction implanted in her brain by mindflayers, and his overall commitment to protecting those under his care — a stark contrast to the chaos and violence that had defined her own upbringing.

It was during their time in Baldur's Gate that the undercurrent of their bond shifted, as Halsin finally confessed his feelings for her beneath the veil of the moonlit sky. His words, laden with sincerity and emotion, had stirred something within Vaela's heart, a realization of the depth of her own affection for him. From that moment on, their paths had intertwined, their destinies irrevocably linked by the unspoken promise of a shared future.

Her reverie was interrupted by the soft sound of Halsin's footsteps as he entered the room, his weary countenance a witness to the trials of the day. Vaela's smile widened as he approached, his large arms enveloping her in a tender embrace that spoke volumes of the solace they found in each other's presence. As they held each other close, Vaela's gaze met Halsin's, finding within them a reflection of her own emotions, a silent reassurance of their unspoken bond.

"Welcome home," she murmured, her voice a soft melody that echoed in the quiet of the room.

Halsin managed a tired smile, his hazel eyes reflecting the fatigue that weighed upon him. "Thank you, my heart. It is good to be home, to be with you," Halsin replied, his voice tinged with gratitude as he crossed the room to join her.

"You look exhausted," she observed, her gaze softening with empathy as she reached out to gently brush a strand of hair from his brow.

Halsin offered a weary nod. "It has been a… challenging day," he admitted, his shoulders sagging with the weight of his responsibilities. "But seeing you here makes it all worth it."

Vaela's heart swelled with affection at his words, her fingers trailing lightly along his arm in a gesture of comfort. "You work too hard, my love," she murmured, her voice filled with gentle concern. "You need to take better care of yourself."

Halsin offered her a sheepish smile, his exhaustion momentarily forgotten in the warmth of her presence. "I will try," he promised, his voice tinged with determination as he leaned into her touch. "But for now, all I need is to be here with you."

In that fleeting moment, as their eyes met in silent understanding, desire stirred between them, an unspoken longing that begged to be sated. Without a word, they leaned into each other, their lips meeting in a fervent kiss that ignited a blaze of passion between them. Vaela's hand instinctively found its place at the nape of Halsin's neck, drawing him closer as his arms enveloped her in an ardent embrace.

For a timeless moment, they lost themselves in each other, their bodies pressed together in an embrace that spoke of a love that transcended words. It was only when the need for air became too pressing that they reluctantly pulled away, their breaths mingling in the space between them.

"Go, my love, and prepare for bed. I'll be waiting for you, here," Vaela whispered, her voice a soft murmur that hung in the air.

With a nod and a kiss to Vaela’s cheek, Halsin withdrew into the bath room.

—-

The relief that flooded Halsin's chest at the sight of the stone bathtub was ineffable.

Amidst the countless moments of progress and hope borne from Halsin and Vaela’s shared endeavor to aid the less fortunate, there existed a yearning for respite alongside the woman who held his heart.

Dealing with the myriad of conflicting personalities within their ever-growing community was a familiar challenge for Halsin, yet the magnitude of it had grown exponentially since his days at the grove. Some days proved to be more taxing than others, and today had been particularly arduous.

The day commenced as it often did: a tender kiss and sweet-nothings shared with Vaela before he left her in the comfort of their treehouse for an early morning patrol of the surrounding areas in the guise of his formidable, ursine form. Along the trail, he sought solace in moments of quiet contemplation, though, on this morning, a dark cloud of unease lingered in his mind. Whispers of unseen threats and trials to overcome plagued his thoughts, a stark reminder of the lingering anxieties born from past traumas. Despite the idyllic nature of his current existence, the specter of past hardships loomed large, threatening to extinguish the fragile peace he had fought so hard to attain.

As the day unfolded, it seemed as though the fates conspired to test his patience and resolve. An onslaught of disputes among the residents, the ongoing restoration of infrastructure (thankfully tended to by Vaela), the influx of new refugees, and the needs of orphaned children clamoring for his attention left him feeling stretched thin. Amidst the chaos, he couldn't shake the regret that the one person who deserved his undivided attention often found herself overlooked in his pursuit of balance.

Exiting the hot water, Halsin caught his reflection in the mirror and couldn't help but feel disheartened by the sight. The lines etched around his eyes bore witness to the weight of his years, while slight streaks of gray infiltrated his once-vibrant chestnut locks. The burden of his responsibilities weighed heavily upon him, casting doubt upon his worthiness of the love that Vaela so freely bestowed upon him.

He couldn't fathom what Vaela saw in him, why she chose to remain by his side despite the allure of a life of adventure that lay behind her. If she were to express a desire to depart, he would understand, though the mere thought left him reeling with the anguish of potential loss. For he had never loved another as he loved Vaela, and the notion of her absence was a prospect too painful to contemplate.

With a heavy heart and weary limbs, Halsin donned his night attire and made his way back to Vaela, yearning for the solace of her presence amidst the tumult of their world.

—-

And there she was… Already awaiting his return — seated upright in their bed, her eyes alight despite the day's toils, and a warm smile gracing her lips as she extended her arms in welcome. Overwhelmed with emotion and gratitude, Halsin wasted no time in closing the distance between them. With two long strides, he descended upon their ample bed, collapsing heavily into her awaiting embrace. Vaela's laughter filled the air as she tightened her hold on her druid lover, her strength a reminder of her warrior roots.

Nestling his head in the crook of her shoulder, Halsin found himself enveloped in the love emanating from his Tiefling partner. A sense of profound comfort washed over him like a soothing tide, allowing his weary body to surrender to the warmth of her embrace.

With gentle fingers, Vaela began to weave through Halsin's beautiful chestnut locks that were now tinged with a few gray strands, the rhythmic motion coaxing him further into a state of relaxation. She delighted in the sight of his hair cascading freely, unfettered from its usual knot and braids. A soft chuckle escaped her lips as his eyelids drooped with the onset of sleep. Cradling him against her, she reveled in the opportunity to admire his rugged features.

Her touch traced the scarred path etched across his brow, a testament to the trials he had endured in his youth. The deep marks, inflicted by a vengeful she-bear, held a captivating allure, serving as a symbol of his resilience and connection to the natural world. Moving her hand to caress his cheek, Vaela savored the sensation of his textured copper-toned skin beneath her fingertips, eliciting a soft sigh from Halsin.

Her gaze drifted lower, lingering on the powerful muscles that adorned his broad back. In the Summer heat, Halsin forwent a night shirt, allowing Vaela an unobstructed view of his imposing form. Grateful for the opportunity to behold him in all his splendor, she traced the contours of his physique with a reverent touch.

Against the sensitive skin of her neck, Vaela felt the mischievous grin spread across Halsin's lips, accompanied by a low growl rumbling in his throat. Without hesitation, his lips descended upon her hungrily, trailing kisses along her neck with fervent passion. Sometimes his kisses were so passionate that they threatened to leave bruises, while other times they danced playfully, eliciting laughter from Vaela.

As Halsin rose to his knees on the bed, he grasped Vaela by the hips, drawing her closer to his own body to the point that her night dress had slid above her waist. A blush painted her cheeks as he closed the gap between them, covering her body with his massive form once more. A sharp intake of breath escaped her lips as their eyes locked in a moment of intense connection. Halsin's gaze, transitioning quickly from a soft gold to its usual hazel, reflected a mixture of emotions — from simmering lust to deep-seated love and appreciation. Taking in Vaela's captivating features — her auburn hair now loosely braided, the elegant horns adorning her head, the scar that traced across her cheek and nose — Halsin found himself momentarily lost in admiration and then, regrettably, plagued by his own insecurities. Vaela, attuned to his emotions, met his gaze with unwavering affection, silently urging him to voice his thoughts.

"Are you happy with the life we tread together?" Halsin's voice carried a note of uncertainty, tinged with a hint of longing.

Vaela's heart twinged with sadness at his doubt, wishing she could dispel his insecurities with a single word. Yet she knew Halsin's humility ran deep, a trait she both cherished and yearned to alleviate. "Incandescently happy," she responded with conviction, offering him a reassuring smile.

A sigh escaped Halsin's lips as he momentarily averted her gaze, his cheeks tinged with embarrassment. “I am glad to hear it… Forgive an old fool in need of reassurance," he murmured softly. "I still expect to stir from the dream.”

"Never doubt my love for you, Halsin," Vaela's voice was tender, her words laced with unwavering devotion as she caressed his cheek. "I chose you for a reason, and have never looked back,” she murmured, her eyes meeting his with earnest sincerity. "Amidst the chaos and uncertainty of this world, you are my anchor, my guiding light," she confessed, her voice soft but resolute. "You possess a strength and kindness unlike any I have ever known, and it is that very essence that drew me to you, and keeps me by your side."

Halsin nodded shyly, a smile playing at the corners of his lips and a glimmer of tears shining in his eyes.

“Now… come here to me,” Vaela whispered, echoing words spoken between them countless times before.

Their lips melded then, sparking a fiery desire that surged between them. Halsin's hands moved with practiced skill beneath Vaela's night dress, seeking the warmth of her skin with eager anticipation. Vaela, equally enthralled, welcomed his advances with a delighted sigh, reveling in the intimacy they shared. In these fleeting moments, they were reminded of the victories they had won together, the struggles they had overcome. Bathed in the soft moonlight filtering through the window, they sought refuge in each other's arms, their passion reignited with each gentle touch. As night descended, they surrendered to the intoxicating rhythm of their love, their whispered pledges blending with the soothing rustle of leaves outside, a testament to the sanctuary they had built and the bond they shared.

[watcher-servant]

Chronicles of ARC: Hub

Dreams were always weird. At times, it showed what you wanted, what you feared, and what you missed. However, now the only thing that was shown was memories showing familiar scenes of a school in the shape of a castle only for it to shift to look like a clock tower. From clothing resembling a student only to change for more formal and professional like a teachers. The strangest scene, however, was that of a woman with red hair looking at someone, and when she reached her hand out, the vision warped to a woman with fox looking sad and desperately reaching, but only to be met by darkness.

Jaune would wake up feeling that he was on the ground and was greeted with green grass. Letting out a groan, he would try to go back to sleep only to be met by something licking his face, forcing him back up. "Wait, what?!" he thought, getting up from the ground trying to see what had licked him and was hit with a headbutt by the culprit, a giant jackalope with golden fur. "If this is dream I wanna wake now," He said only for the jackalope to get close and started to let out a whine a bit, asking for affection.

"OK ok ok I'm up," Jaune said as he was petting the jackalope, which took it with no issue. "Geez wonder where you came from....and where I exactly am i?" He thought as he finally took notice of his surroundings. He was standing in the middle of a farm, its boundaries marked by a stone wall, standing in front of him was a 2 story house painted blue with a grey roof and off to the side was a red barn and what seems to be a gardening patch. "This looks...kinda familiar where have i....no wait that looks like my family and this area its like my workshop in the countryside....even has my garden patch" Jaune thought as he started to walk towards the barn and the jackalope following him.

Entering the barn, Jaune was shown that it holds a line of big stables as there were big piles of hay, even seeing big tubs for what he assumed was for either washing or drinking water. "Let's go ahead and get you in one, you big ball of fluff," He said, leading the jackalope to an open stable seeing a hay patch for bedding and 2 tubs one for water and the other for food. "Guess that answers my question, but let's go ahead and get you water" He says as the stigma on his arm started to glow a deep blue color as a ball of water forms in front of him and letting it drop splashing him. The jackalope only seemed to laugh a bit as it passed him and started to drink.

"I'll come back in a little bit ok" He thought, closing the stable door and starting to walk to the house. He would walk up to the door as he was hesitant to open it. What was gonna greet him? Should he open the door? Was it gonna be folks, maybe his 'sworn brother'? Shaking away the thoughts, he opened ti the door to be greeted with silence and a furnished living room, connected to a kitchen that has a dining table along with a fridge, a big oven/stove and above it cabinets with a microwave in the middle. "It looks just like home....back on remnant," He thought as his eyes took in sight, seeing the stairs leading up along with 3 closed doors. If he remembered right his room was upstairs and taking up, he would past closed doors, reaching his old room. Opening the door, he saw his childhood room, a big bed that had a double door closet, a desk where his computer would be, and a dresser that had a surprising sight of a photo album. Picking it up the first sight to greet him was his family. Going through the pages, he had pictures of his birth, his sisters, and even reaching the point where it had shown beacon. "Wait, when did I take pictures?" He questioned, seeing the ballroom of the first night, his team room, the emerald forrest, the forever fall, and picture that almost made him tear up. It was a group photo of teams RWBY and JNPR after they had destroyed the cafeteria in a massive food fight.

"That was a crazy day....I hope they're ok," Jaune thought, turning the page as it showed his time at the clock tower. His induction to the school, meeting Zelretch and Waver, the El-Melloi class, and the summoning of...'her' as a tear had fallen, hitting the photo. Wiping his face, Jaune closed the album as he decided to walk towards the bath. Coming on the mirror, he would see his reflection only to meet with a surprising sight instead of seeing himself in his early forties of medium length hair and a full beard. Jaune saw himself in his late 20s with short hair and feeling the back of his head, a short braid ponytail, and a thin beard on his chin. "OK, now I know I'm dreaming cause thus just doesn't make sense," he yells out as he also takes notice of his clothes, that being his explorer outfit, a black button-up, white vest, red tie, white pants with combat shoes and a short black coat with what seems to be shoulder padding on it.

Heading back to his room and opening the closet, Jaune would see a full closet of his clothes during his time at the clocktower. Changing into more casual clothes of cargo sweatpants and a grey t-shirt. Walking back downstairs, a slight rumble would shake the house, making him run outside and see an odd sight that of a sword stuck to the ground bearing the exact same handle of his crafted mystic code and a stone blade. He would walk towards the blade, questions running into his mind as he tried to make sense of everything that happened. The house, the barn, the garden, the PHOTO ALBUM, and seeing his mystic code in the ground in front of him. The answer slowly dawned on him as he backed up and fell to the ground. "Did....did I die?" He questions, looking up to see a familiar blue ball with 2 rings circling it. The reminder of his oath and what stole him away from remnant....the counter force.

(From the wiki and visual of a manifestation)

[1-800-papaya]

Charming a Duchess

Benedict Bridgerton x Duchess Arabella Campbell of Argyll (OC)

Author | I just want to say that this will not follow the books but instead reimage Benedict's love story in the future season four, this means that all events and characters from seasons 1 to 3 will be included. Once again i really do hope you guys love this story and idea for Benedict just as much as I do.

The early morning sun filtered through the towering oaks that lined the driveway of the grand estate of Inveraray Castle, the ancestral home of the Duchy of Argyll. A soft breeze carried the scent of heather and the distant murmur of the River Aray. Arabella Campbell, the newly titled Duchess of Argyll, stood at her bedroom window, gazing out at the rolling hills that had been her sanctuary for as long as she could remember.

“Arabella, dear, we must hurry,” her mother’s voice called from the hallway. “We cannot afford to delay the couch much more.”

Arabella turned from the window, her heart heavy with a mix of excitement and trepidation. London awaited them, a bustling metropolis full of promise and potential matches for her younger sisters. Charlotte and Dorothea were giddy with anticipation, their chatter filling the house with an infectious energy that even Arabella couldn’t resist.

“Yes, Mother, I’m coming,” Arabella replied, smoothing the skirts of her travel dress. She glanced at her reflection in the mirror, her emerald-green eyes reflecting the determination she felt. At five and twenty, she was content with her life, devoted to her family and her passion for the arts. Marriage was not something she sought for herself, but her siblings’ futures were her priority.

Downstairs, the household was a hive of activity. Trunks were being loaded onto the coach, servants bustled about, and her younger siblings were saying their goodbyes to the staff. Arabella’s mother, the Dowager Duchess, stood by the coach, her regal presence commanding respect. Despite the loss of her husband a mere year ago, she had managed the estate with grace and strength.

“Arabella, there you are,” the Dowager Duchess said, a warm smile lighting up her face. “Are you ready?”

Arabella nodded, returning the smile. “As ready as I’ll ever be, Mother.”

“Excellent. Now, where is that dog of yours?” Her mother’s tone was fondly exasperated.

As if on cue, Archie, Arabella’s beloved Gordon Setter, bounded into view, his dark coat gleaming in the sunlight. He circled Arabella’s legs, tail wagging furiously. She bent down to ruffle his ears. “Come on, Archie. London awaits.”

The journey to London was long but pleasant, the rolling countryside giving way to bustling towns and villages. Arabella and her sisters chatted excitedly, their laughter filling the coach. Charlotte, at nine and ten, was vibrant and full of life, her blue eyes sparkling with dreams of romance. Dorothea, just eight and ten, was quieter but equally excited, her gentle nature endearing her to everyone she met.

As they approached London, the landscape changed dramatically. The air grew thicker, the roads busier, and the buildings taller. Arabella’s heart quickened. London was a far cry from the serene beauty of Argyll, but it held a charm of its own.

Argyll House in London was a grand townhouse in Mayfair, elegantly furnished and ready to host the family. As they stepped out of the coach, Arabella took a deep breath, absorbing the bustling energy around her.

The following days were a whirlwind of introductions, parties, and social events. The marriage mart was in full swing, and Arabella’s sisters quickly became the darlings of the season. Arabella, though more reserved, found herself enjoying the vibrant arts scene in London. She visited galleries and attended musical performances, her passion for the arts rekindled with every new experience.

One evening, at a particularly grand ball hosted by the Bridgerton family, Arabella stood at the edge of the room, watching her sisters dance with eligible gentlemen. She felt a sense of satisfaction, knowing they were enjoying themselves.

As she observed the swirling colors and listened to the lively music, a voice interrupted her thoughts. “Miss Campbell, isn’t it?”

Arabella turned to find the handsome Benedict Bridgerton standing beside her, a charming smile on his face. He moved with a kind of effortless grace that drew attention wherever he went. Arabella had observed the second-born Bridgerton throughout the season. She had watched as he poked fun at his brother’s dopey lovesick similes as he danced with both his own and her sisters. Charlotte and Dorothea both expressed great joy at having the attention of the dashing Mr. Bridgerton. Though her mind did roll through many articles in Lady Whistledown that either showered the Bridgerton family with praise or cast a slight shadow over them. He intrigued her to great lengths.

“Duchess, actually,” Arabella corrected gently, offering a polite smile. “Arabella Campbell of Argyll.”

“Ah, my apologies, Duchess,” Benedict said, bowing slightly. “I’ve heard much about you and your family’s arrival. Your sisters seem to be enjoying the season.”

“They are indeed,” Arabella replied, glancing at her sisters. “It’s their first time in London, and they are making the most of it.”

“And you, Duchess? Are you finding London to your liking?” Benedict’s tone was genuinely curious.

Arabella hesitated, then nodded. “It’s different from what I’m used to, but it has its own charm. I’m particularly fond of the art scene here.”

Benedict’s eyes lit up with interest. “Is that so? I happen to share your passion for the arts. Perhaps we could visit a gallery together sometime?”

Arabella was taken aback by his forwardness, but there was something sincere in his eyes that made her smile. “I would like that, Mr. Bridgerton.”

“Please, call me Benedict,” he said, his smile widening.

“Very well, Benedict,” Arabella agreed. “And you may call me Arabella.”

[fashiondesign-college]

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[cryopathiic-a]

60 + 61. It was one thing to come home to terror and mischief and interrogations— it was another entirely to come home and find Douma and her mother in the same room. With.. whatever they had together, it only meant that Ezra would be doing her best to drive a wedge between them, and now that she knew Douma were there Ezra would make it her mission to separate them.

She was lucky Atreus were there to send their mother away. She was lucky to get there as early as she did because she knew once her mother realized who they were to her— what would happen. Her only option was to try to rip the bandaid off as quickly as possible.

Astra was terrified. For the first time, they were seeing.. or hearing… the terrified beats of her heart, one after the other.

There was no smile, or emotion on her face— it would have been a very long time since they saw this expression in truth . And they would know that something was incredibly wrong.

Until the tears rolled down her face and she was clinging to him with everything she was. Because Astra had an intense fear of abandonment. And Ezra very much caused people to abandon her.

The cup of tea had been left to grow cold atop the table. Intricate patterns of vines climbing its handle, with the faintest little rose tinted blossoms; magnolia flowers painted by hand on its porcelain. The other one, across the table, had been used, but only slightly; just enough to be left tainted by the imprint of human lips, but not because the drink within had brought any real enjoyment. A sip; to mark? To possess. This cup I own, as I do everything in this appartment, even though it was not furnished by my own efforts, I still claim the spoils of another; because I own them too. To threaten, subtly; I barge into your space and touch your things, even if you would not like me to, there is nothing you can do, for I do not need your permission. His own slender fingers had poured that honeyed gold within, offering its warmth to what he had thought was a friendly intruder.

Of course, Astra had set some rules in place about opening the front door. No running, no yanking the humans inside without permission, no pranks; and most importantly, no baring his fangs at strangers. They were not supposed to know that she had allowed a creature like them this much freedom. It was a mutual deal, Dōma gets to breathe something other than the musty air of the boxes and cells they'd stuff him in before, Astra gets to supervise him at her own comfort. And perhaps he would do good for protection. It wasn't as if her appointed task could not possibly draw unwarranted attention. Though... he had always expected his time to be deployed as a weapon, would come when that door opened and a familiar face stood behind it. Not... her own mother.

Pale lips had showered a rain of relentless questioning upon the woman in question. What was Astra like as a child? Did she have long hair? What were her favorite toys? Did she like to dance and sing? All of those things, a mother would know about her child, he thought. Perhaps his own parents were not the best example. But he had thought back to that woman, the one with emerald eyes... Had Ezra held her little daughter like that back then? Bundled up and cozy, looking into her eyes as if she witnessed the ocean's expanse within? Hm.

Someone who looks at their child like that, would probably be more consistent with their narration, huh? A demon is not inherently perceptive; most of them are born in a haze, the rabid hunger taking over their minds when they first transform. But even Upper Two's first kill had not come like that; no, they had been very deliberate about the follower they called into their audience chamber and the way they approached, stripping her shoulders bare tenderly and allowing her to marvel before their beauty, until the very first bite. In many ways, Dōma held the disposition of a predator; and he would not be dragged into mundane tales, weaved by a tongue that did not glisten silver; but was laden with bile. She was filled with hate, that woman. After so many years solidified upon that plush flowerbed, he knew how to tell them apart.

Still, they had parted with a smile, even as her own progeny hovered at the doorway like some statue, paralyzed before the sight. No, he had never seen Astra that upset before. Normally, he would be the one rushing to the door to open, hopefully to coax her into allowing him a droplet of life, but the conversation had been too distracting. Especially after certain things begun to unravel.

❝ —! ❞ Arms found his waist with a thud. The sheer force would have had a human step back, surely, but for a demon that was optional. He would feel rigid, at first, naught more than an ice pillar in the middle of the main room. Standing idly, without much of an expression save for those prismatic hues fixing atop her head, somberly. For a moment, there would be no telltale sign heralding whether the demon was about to shove her across the room. She had stepped so close, without a warning; without heeding the hoarfrost falling from his breath. And then—

❝ There there. It's alright. ❞ It was mellow. Palms came to rest between her shoulders; atop her head. Words fell with practiced ease. It grew softer, but still cold against his chest; a completely still chest, without a heave and fall. His faint heartbeat encased in ice would not be perceived by human ears, unlike her own, that filled his head; as if she was cowering away from... something. From what? From that woman? How sad; how sad that her own mother's presence would provoke such a reaction.

❝ Hey— ❞ The bubbly smile lingered, albeit a little reserved, for once. Though he did not mirror her pensiveness; which was odd, even for him, as he would usually tune into her sentiment mechanically. But this too was a familiar situation, he supposed. Though normally he wouldn't be... grappled like this. Touch slipped to her waist, smoothing over messy hair as they concealed her features. Would her face fluster? Her eyes redden and sting with tears? Oh, she sounded devastated!

❝ — Master Astra? ❞ There was a comical tinge to it, and normally he'd expect to be scolded; was it to push a boundary, or to offer the reassurance of an inside joke between them, as the former Kizuki never called her by title, unless it was to provoke something. Should she look up in that moment, she would be offered a warm smile, as slender fingers pat the top of her head, ruffling the ornaments holding her hair in place. ❝ You're squeezing me a bit, and it's getting harder to hold my breath, you know. Want to... lie down on the pillows with me for a while? There's still more tea, and you could tell me about what set you off so badly. ❞ There was a hint of contempt. But old habits are hard to shake off. His one arm wrapped completely around her neck, squishing her to his frame as he pressed it over his cold, dead heart.

❝ I make a very good listener, as you know. ❞

[akamikazae]

Love me Mercilessly 🍁Kakashi x Akami🍁 Chapter 32: Loose toothed and tight lipped word Count: 19k tw: mentions of blood/suicide, sexual content, previous chapters: Ao3 or under my tag ‘Love me Mercilessly’

Kakashi struggles with what he wants and what he thinks he deserves, his internal conflict causes him to revert to old behaviors. Sasuke looses the last piece of his childhood and Akami doesn't want to let it go. But it also comes with a sudden, jarring unexpected realization, one she won't admit to.

Kakashi stopped by Akami’s office, she wanted him to see it now that she hauled off all the junk and dusted out the cobwebs. Her very own office with a desk and a window with a view. She even had a cup filled with loose mismatched pens perched on the corner of the desk. The back and side walls were a muted emerald green, offset with a warm beige that paired with the rich natural floors and mahogany furnishings. It felt more like a library than an office. 

“Look!” Akami said, “I’m a real person now, with a real job and a whole desk!” She hopped up to sit on the edge of said desk. “And I don’t get blood under my fingernails or nothing!”

Kakashi smiled, he wouldn’t know—she painted them now, she didn’t before because the nail polish would chip off an hour into training. Now they’re nice and trim and her cuticles are clean, today they were painted a cool shade of red.  Sometimes red nails looked a little trashy but it was a color that suited her skin, she looked especially pretty when she tucked her bangs behind her ears or scratched the side of her nose, red made her eyes shine and the mauve markings around her eyes pop. 

It was crazy how varied one single color could be, like the vivid incredulous red of his fathers blood. The blood he scrubbed out of his own living room floor. That stained his fathers shirt and dripped from his famous blade. That red seeped into the weave of the tatami and spread out turning a putrid pink. And when he came home from the hospital that once rich gooey blood dried on his hands in crumbly burgundy flecks. 

The red of her nails was pretty, not grotesque or trashy. It made him happy that she didn’t have to have blood build up in her nail beds and that her hands weren’t dry from washing out stains with bleach and peroxide. She was a normal person with a normal person job. (As normal as Shinobi jobs got anyway). He didn’t know how he’d fit into her normal life. Would he sit in a framed photograph on her desk beside the one of Sasuke? Or would he be another case file, stored in the tall black cabinet by the door. And Kakashi wondered—right as she leaned back on her palm and crossed one leg over the other—if he’d feel like a normal person inside her. 

His eyes followed the curve of her legs, accentuated by the fit of her normal pants, not at all suited for combat. He closed the distance between them two steps at a time, she uncrossed her legs and invited him in. Akami unzipped his Jonin vest, he wore it all the time, just because everyone already knew he was Anbu didn’t stop him from pretending he wasn’t. 

Kakashi leaned in enough that he could still look at the pretty golden yellow of her eyes, and the parting of her lips as she sighed softly. Her knees braced over his hips. He slipped his mask down to feel her breath fan across his face and brushed his thumb over her plump bottom lip. “Fuck me on my whole desk” she whispered to the hand cupping her jaw, her secrets felt safest there. 

Kakashi leaned in, taking her lip between his. “Yes Ma’am,” he spoke into her mouth. He felt her lips curl and he cradled the back of her head, angling it back to deepen the kiss. 

She ran her hands up under his shirt to feel his chest. She loved and also hated how broad and full he was. It made her feel safe in a way she didn’t think any one person could ever make her feel—she splayed her fingers over his pecs and worried for a minute that Kakashi and that feeling would slip away, oozing through the space between her fingers. 

He kneaded the edge of her hip and he pulled away from her lips with a pop. He hoisted her legs over his sides and laid her back. He swatted the cup of pens to the floor with the back of his hand not breaking eye contact. It made her laugh, and Kakashi wished she had another cup of crap he could unnecessarily swat away just to hear it again. Akami buried her smile into his jaw, nipping and kissing at his neck.

He ran his hands up the sides of her waist and beneath her shirt, hiking it up over her bra. He mimicked her and placed small pecks from her collar bone to her stomach—It was strong like the rest of her except for a tiny part just below her bellybutton, beside that giant sweeping scar. The scar that crept up over her high waisted pants, she helped him shimmy them down. He kissed the jagged pink flesh wet and tender, scraping her skin with his teeth and soothing it with his tongue. She hummed her approval and combed her fingers through his hair. He could smell that she wanted him as desperately as he wanted her. Kakashi hooked his fingers into the waistband of her pants and tugged them all the way off. 

He kissed her over her panties, they were sleek and red–not silk but a material a lot like silk–silk wouldn’t be practical and it made him like them even more. She whined from the back of her throat when he did it again, the bright red satin turned a shade darker from his lips. “These are awfully pretty to wear to work,” he said. 

Akami could feel the thrum of his voice between her legs, it fluttered around her stomach.  “Who said they were for work,” 

He smirked as she struggled to keep her voice composed and he got down on his knees. He pulled her hips to the edge of the desk and hooked her knees over his shoulders. Kakashi slipped her pretty panties to the side. He put his mouth on her and felt stupid for imagining that it would make him feel normal. 

Her painted nails raked through his hair and she tugged when he dragged the flat of his tongue from bottom to top, gathering her arousal and sealing his lips to her clit. She made this gagging gurgling sound so he sucked harder and slipped a finger–and then a second inside her. Her hips jumped and he dug his other hand into the meat of her thigh. “Fuck..” he panted, “You taste so good”.. .being normal was overrated.

Akami’s orgasm started just behind her belly button then hit hard against her pelvic floor. 

Kakashi curled his fingers and she whined soft and high pitched. She felt his tongue, his lips and teeth. She swore she could even feel that mole she loved, the mole beneath his lip, the mole only she knew about… my mole. 

He sucked and kissed and lapped at her clitoris and Akami felt like he was sucking her up with a straw. The pads of his fingers found that spot that made her moan loud and lewd, her fingers twisted into the edge of the desk and the hair on the nape of his neck. 

Kakashi kissed the inside of her trembling thighs, giving them his undivided attention and stroking his fingers into the fat of her hips. Akami opened her eyes which had been screwed shut since she moaned like an animal, Kakashi was looking up at her from right between her legs. It felt like hours had passed, or just mere seconds, time stopped congealing into this single moment. He wanted her to watch as he pulled another orgasm from her. He leaned down to kiss her there, it was soft and sickly sweet. She whispered his name like it meant something more. 

He felt superhuman when she writhed against his mouth. He curled his fingers once–twice, she tried to close her legs around his head. Her orgasm oozed out of her all over his mouth and hand. It seeped into her vital organs and degraded her liver. 

  “Fuck…” Akami whispered, her eyelids fluttered telling. He laughed, kissing the soft part of her stomach, she could feel it vibrate up her spine. 

Kakashi crawled back over her. The sheen of sweat on her skin made it look as if she were glistening, like the surface of the ocean in the moonlight. He liked a stripe up the side of her neck to see if she tasted as glimmery as she looked. 

He nibbled on the skin beneath her ear, and she could feel how slick his lips were. She chuckled–a faint and breathless sound—and wrapped her hands around his neck and tucked her feet into the bottom of his butt to hold him there as long as possible. 

Akami’d been wondering if her stomach bug had actually been a parasite–and she gave it to Kakashi, because since that day he’d been a completely different person. He always left with so many words unsaid. Akami could feel it but she didn’t know what it was he wanted to say. All she knew was that she wanted him to be her best friend and to have the soul shattering sex they had. She knew she couldn’t have it both ways so she let him say nothing. Because she worried that she’d said too much, and pushed him too fast, ‘I love your hands.’ Maybe he’d heard the private confession meant just for his palm, ‘you make me feel seen.’ And he was trying to tell her he wanted to go back, or maybe he was trying to pull away completely but didn’t know how. So she was abundantly pleased that him coming to see her office escalated the way it had…with two necrotic orgasms. 

Akami sat up and slipped her panties off all the way, she thrust them in her pocket. She stepped back into her pants when she saw that Kakashi was satisfied by just satisfying her. 

He opened the door and she pulled his mask up over his face, sliding her thumbs down either side of his nose. Akami didn’t want him to leave. She wouldn’t say as much so she settled for walking him out of the building. 

They stepped out of her office into the hallway, he wrapped his hand around her ass and squeezed. She laughed and leaned into his side. 

Akami moved her balled up red satin panties from her pocket to her other hand. They turned the corner and Akami walked him back into the wall, he smiled beneath his mask and moved his hands to her hips. 

“If you can wait until tonight,” She spoke against his jaw, “I’ll return the favor,” and she traced her fingers over his half-erect cock, he took in a sharp breath. “Think you could hold on to these for me until then?” Akami tried to slip her panties into the front pocket of his pants, she glanced up at him beneath hooded eyes to find he was staring over her head, wide-eyed. Kakashi let go of her immediately and the rest of him went as stiff as his dick…And that was when she felt it. 

Shikaku was sitting on the other side of the third floor lobby chewing on one end of a pen and wearing his slyest grin. Akami turned around and was as dumbstruck as Kakashi. 

Shikaku looked like the big bad wolf himself… My, what big teeth you have. And she swore she saw him think right back with his pitch black eyes…Better to sneer at you with, little lady.  

Akami and Kakashi were so accustomed to being extra cautious at her house that having sex in her office–on the abandoned third floor of the intelligence building–that neither of them considered that Shikaku could swing by his office–sharing the same wall as Akami’s—at any time. They didn’t even sense his chakra…though that was probably intentional on his part. 

It would have been better if he had just gone into his office—and heard all her desperate and depraved moans— and saved them all the embarrassment. But it wasn’t in Shikaku’s nature, not only did he get one over on her, but he had managed to catch two of the highest ranking Anbu operatives in the Village red handed…Quite literally red handed, Akami followed Shikaku’s eyes as they trailed down to her hand, still clutching the red thong half hanging out of Kakashi’s pants. She hastily shoved them as far down in his pocket as they could go.

The second she did Kakashi shunshined away leaving her to get scolded by herself.  She glared at the spot he once stood and promised to make him pay for it later… there will be zero! reciprocation. 

Shikaku snorted and Akami turned her glare to him. She wasn’t worried for the security of her job but only for the complete and total loss of her dignity. She didn’t even know what to say. She was too proud to apologize, not when Shikaku could have left and come back later if he heard things he didn’t want to hear. It was her office, the door was shut.

Akami opened her mouth to try and say as much, flip it so he looked like that creep who got caught, but no words came out. 

“That good huh?” Shikaku grinned as her mouth hung open. 

Akami snapped her jaw shut, and scoffed–though if you asked Shikaku it sounded more like a growl—She stuck her nose up and marched back towards her office like she didn’t care what he thought. She shut the door with a slam, and threw herself into the chair behind her desk putting her feet up. She lost her dignity but she still had her pride…what little pride remained when she heard his croaky laugh as clear as if she’d been in the room with him. Akami sank lower into her seat and groaned… he probably heard everything.  

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[6lack6allerina]

February 2023 Recap

What I learned in February 2023:

I learned not to count on next month being any easier! We had plumbing issues that cost us $600 right off the bat, along with a dog attack! I'm okay, and I now have met so many of my new neighbors.

This month I started feeling very serious about becoming a mother soon. I started reading a book called Spirit Babies. I am laser focused on cherishing the next few months with my husband traveling, and riding roller coasters while we can. I also read The Alchemist, and that really changed my perspective on life moving forward.

I also started gardening a lot in preparation for the first spring in our new home. I've planted hundreds of flower seeds all over, and I am excited to see them bloom in March or April. They will serve as a good reminder that planning ahead, and putting the work in will yield beautiful rewards.

What I accomplished in February 2023:

We caught up on all of our bills, and invoices.

We had a great Valentine's Day outing.

I did have a great outing on Galentine's that resulted in a last minute concert, and bar.

My Florida trip got pushed to March, but I did see my siblings in San Antonio.

I did get Chanel shoes, and an emerald necklace for my birthday.

What surprised me in February 2023:

The Mavs trading for Kyrie. I did not realize how cool of a person him, and his partner are. That's why I read The Alchemist. I've also been watching his partners Youtube channel because her videos are super informative on motherhood.

I'm surprised by how much I've grown and matured since my last birthday. A year ago I never would've believed the house we bought, having an employee, and talking about kids.

The days I remember best in February 2023:

My sweet sister making a basket in her pregame warm ups. It warmed my heart seeing her smile with a sense of pride when she made it!

Having margaritas at Taco Heads with my husband on my birthday / national margarita day. Plus the free tequila shots. It was bittersweet because I was leaving the next day for San Antonio.

Seeing Leon Bridges in a club while with my friends. Cringing at myself for asking for a selfie.

Walking through showrooms in Dallas with my husband dreaming about furnishing our home. Grateful to have a husband who has the same tastes as me.

The person who played a huge role in my February 2023:

My husband for financing the entire month for pretty much nothing in return.

The Find Guru on YouTube ramping me up and getting me excited and prepared for motherhood. Encouraging me to take better care of myself.

My best, and worst moment of February 2023:

My best moment was visiting my siblings, playing with them for a few days outside in the country. Making a positive impact on their lives makes me feel really good.

My worst moment was again losing patience with my husband and saying mean things to him because I couldn't empathize with how he was feeling. For some reason I felt really triggered anytime I came home from work, or being out. I really wanted to be out of the house a lot. Rescheduling my birthday trip threw a huge wrench in our schedule and this month was by far way more stressful than last but especially on my husband. I was a little selfish with him this month. Luckily, we talked it out and I think I can go an entire month without arguing too bad. (Keep in mind we own a company together and see each other 24/7.)

What I wish I had done differently in February 2023:

I wish I didn't schedule Austin for so much filming. He worked literally every single day this month other than maybe Valentine's. I wish I had the nerve to say no more this month. It's hard with money, and wanting to go on trips. Our vacation getting cancelled really sucked, and ruined the entire month for my husband.

What I stopped doing in February 2023:

I stopped reacting when I get work text messages and emails. I look at them at face value. If there is a problem, I am honest about it because there his nothing I can do to change it. For example, because I learned overbooking was so horrible this month I can't feel guilty about giving somebody an appointment that's 3 weeks out. If they get upset it's their own fault for not contacting me sooner. I can't let this affect my life any worse in March. I also started posting to Instagram more instead of worrying what my clients might think if I'm out having fun and not working.

I only went to the gym twice the entire month.

What I started doing in February 2023:

I started to take 1-2 photography jobs for March because I could use the money for our roller coaster trips. I raised my prices to make them worth my time.

Goals I'd like to achieve in March 2023:

More clean eating, and cooking.

Florida trip. Already scheduled for this weekend!

Spoiling my husband without resentment.

Camping with friends.

Spend more time with grandma.

Busch Gardens Virginia would be an insane stretch!

Happy and Healthy is next month's theme!

[vibrantpuppeteer]

Updates regarding my vampire healer in Skyrim. Today so far, she...

Got thugs sent after her for trying to do the arrow duplication exploit. Zapped them to death.

Completed the quest to get the Vampire home.

Tried living in said home with her wife and adopted children. Got chewed out for living in pretty much the middle of nowhere.

Got even /more/ armor and clothes, including a complete set of Dawnguard armor from doing the aforementioned quest. Also got some weapons, a crossbow, and some bolts.

Found and cleared out Pinewatch near her home in Falkreath.

Got her first emerald in the treasure room of said dungeon. (She hoards gemstones.)

Got caught trying to slip a measly 2 gold to a guard in Solitude and chose to go to prison.

After reading a mysterious letter, broke a wall down which alerted the only two guards on duty and promptly zapped them before claiming her belongings and leaving.

The town guards didn't notice in time, even though she tried to turn herself back in to serve her sentence properly, so she now has a 100 gold bounty.

And is currently trying to earn not only enough money to buy and fully furnish the home in Solitude, but also pay off her bounty by taking just the gold from the Dawnstar secret chest.

[wedielikemen]

WIP GAME

Kandreil because what else do I write. Trans Neil, AA, bartender AU

It was only after the Uber driver dropped them off and he was unlocking the door that he remembered how bare his apartment was. Andrew had taken in the nice address, lobby and doorman without comment, similarly He didn’t say anything about the half furnished apartment. Just toed off his shoes and went to open the blinds. The light from the tall windows made the starkness even more apparent. Andrew’s lips pressed into a thin line. His emerald coat and blonde hair bright against the backdrop of Kevin’s solo life.

———

Andrew padded over to the fridge and opened it managing to find a few edible ingredients. Kevin was balanced on one of the barstools looking at him as he moved around the kitchen making dinner for them. He didn’t like cooking much but he could help himself. Living with Neil it was a given.

Kevin’s apartment was a shell of a place. He hated it immensely. When they had both made their way through the macaroni salad he said without preamble.

“Get your stuff.”

“Excuse me?”

“You’re not staying here alone. At least- until your roommate gets back.” Andrew amended

Kevin laughed bitterly

“Where are you proposing I go?”

“Home. Eden’s.”

“You said I- shouldn’t come back”

“Drunk.”

“Kevin bristled I know what the fuck I am Andrew. I don’t need you-”

“I said you shouldn’t come back drunk. Verb. Not adjective.”

Andrew watched Kevin’s eyes snap up to meet his huge and green against his tawny skin.

“Get your stuff.”

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