#Estate Planning in Auburn

[biscuityskies]

For the wip game, Idk man (story)? (very relatable and I’m so intrigued)

So this one actually started out as pure filth in the DMs, and then it… grew legs. And a consciousness. And a plot. It’s called “idk man (story)” bc there’s a planning document called “idk man” which contains copies of the messages that were sent in a very crude format, and THAT one is called “idk man” bc genuinely I didn’t know how to phrase “billionaire philanthropist bachelor sucks dick of local symphony conductor” in fewer or nicer words 💀

Essentially, the city’s most eligible bachelor (Obi-Wan) goes to the symphony after his grandfather (Palpatine) dies and he inherits the estate and all the strings attached. One of those strings is the tax break that is the philharmonic, and Obi-Wan figures he should at least check it out before continuing to commit to the bit of funding it. (And then he like falls in love with the maestro (Cody) or whatever blah blah blah there’s smut eventually)

Here’s a portion of it!!

He remembers the material of his mother’s dress, a lovely green against her auburn hair, a soft shawl wrapped around her shoulders. The blue of his father’s tie, which brought out the mischief in his humour-lined eyes. The swell of the music, the way it swept him along in the ebb and flow. How it felt like he was really in a ship with Sinbad, sailing the seven seas, or fighting in a market alongside him, brothers in arms.

His death grip on the bloodstained program during the ride to the hospital.

“I can take your coat, sir,” Maria says, leading him to the box.

The Eoan and Lena Memorial Box.

Obi-Wan can't help his wince. He’s the city’s favourite orphan, of course they named the box after his dead parents.

[banananutmuffin28]

Of Love and Comfort

A/N: This short fic is a gift to @mikasa-imadebiscults! I hope you like it, my fren :D (There is so much fluff omg).

Summary: Donna comforts you when you feel insecure.

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x FEM! Reader

Warnings: Smut and insecurities (Donna quickly chases them away though).

The sweet aroma of the roses filled your senses, casting a gentle haze in your mind. The manor was strangely quiet in the still afternoon sun, for the little doll in charge of causing all the chaos had left the estate at sunrise to visit Castle Dimitrescu.

Of course, this had all been planned by Donna; with Angie out of the house and the smaller porcelain dolls told to roam around the newly installed treehouse in the garden, that left the Beneviento estate free from any prying eyes and ears.

Perfect for a little get-away for you and your lovely dollmaker.

The radio had long since been turned off, the curtains of the kitchen draped shut, and the beautifully scented rose candles set alight to allow small bursts of auburn light to decorate the dining room. A dumb smile was strewn across your face as you gazed tenderly at the Italian woman sitting in front of you. Her veil was off, allowing the tendrils of her Cadou scar to move around wildly without restriction. Her plum lips were curled in a sly smile and a red blush dusted her cheeks, stemming from her face and reaching to the tips of her ears. Donna’s raven hair cascaded down her shoulders, curling near her breasts and giving her jaw a softer feel. 

And…Oh Mother Miranda.

The way she looked at you sent a strange coil down your stomach, heating up your skin and making your soul burn with desire. In a way, her gaze reminded you of a jaguar, like she was sizing you up before she’d pounce, pinning you against the naked carpet with a hand between your legs and filthy thoughts in her mind. 

Fuck. 

Just the thought of that was already allowing arousal to pool between your legs.

A small clang to the wineglass rescued you from your thoughts, and your eyes drew back to the dollmaker in front of you. Donna looked like she was holding that glass cup for dear life, squeezing the neck so hard that you were surprised it didn’t shatter in her strong grip. The red liquid sloshed rhythmically, and her fingernails scratched against the delicate material.

“There’s my dolcezza,” Donna drawled, pressing the open rimmed cup to her lips. “I was worried that I was slowly losing her to my wine glass. Surely, tesoro, you do not think that my cup is more interesting than I am, right~?”

Before you could respond, Donna pushed her chair back, setting the cup of wine somewhere on the table before rising to her full height. The way she looked at you was dangerous. 

“Or, is something else plaguing my tesoro’s mind? Something a little more naughty?” She cooed, smirking when your cheeks darkened and a squeak escaped your lips. A pale, calloused hand slides up your thigh as she leans in to capture your mouth with hers, eager and desperate.

Then, almost as if it belonged to a whole different person, Donna’s tongue shyly prodded against the opening of your lips, a silent question in the air.

Is this okay?

Love blooming in your chest, you eagerly grant her tongue passage, whimpering as Donna deepened the kiss. Your hands grab at her desperately, feeling that need to hold her consume you whole. 

To your dismay, the dollmaker pulls away from you, an apologetic smile alight on her face as she strokes your arm lovingly. You whine at the loss of contact, pressing a finger over your lips as if the lone digit could somehow replicate the tingles the kiss sparked. A low laugh erupts from the other woman, and you turn to her, a question in your eyes. Donna gestures to the table separating you two, and the reason for her suddenly pulling away immediately became obvious. 

Then, in a couple of long, confident strides, she moves to you and grabs your arm. That dangerous look was back, and you squeezed your legs together.

“Come on, amore,” Donna finally purrs, placing your palm against her breast, “I think it’s best to continue this in the bedroom.”

She didn’t need to tell you twice. 

Immediately, you shot up from your chair and eagerly started dragging the Italian woman to your shared chambers. You didn’t care if you seemed desperate, for the fire burning between your legs was at the forefront of your mind, and with each passing second it grew more and more unbearable. By this point, some of your slick had already escaped from the thin fabric of your underwear and was clinging to your thighs, ever so persistent. 

You open the door with more force than was necessary.

The chamber was lightly furnished; it held a rocking chair, two wardrobes, and a shelf filled to the brim with various botanical books.

And, of course, the bed. 

The plush gray mattress housed an assortment of pillows, and while it was neatly made now, you were sure that your rendezvous with Donna was going to mess it up. Quickly, you sit on the bed and tug your lover’s arm insistently.

Donna let out another loving laugh, draping her strong arms around your shoulders as she cooed in your ear,

“Someone’s certainly eager.”

“It’s not my fault,” you shoot back, “You’re gorgeous. Anyone would kill to be in my position right now.”

Was it possible for a dollmaker to glow? Because, with the way Donna’s body immediately brightened and how her grin reached her eyes, she almost seemed to sparkle. Her Cadou scar danced, waving its tendrils at you joyfully. The sight filled you with an indescribable happiness, surging up from your chest and causing your heart to skip a beat. Reverently, you cup her face and connect your lips once more.

Donna’s purple suit was the first to go, revealing to you a pretty black bra which hugged her chest perfectly. Your eyes roam around the newly exposed skin, feeling your heart race once more as heat licked your cunt. Slowly, Donna unzipped her pants as well, and you couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped your lips as your eyes locked on her black panties. A heady scent filled the air, and any remnants of the cold’s chill was quickly chased out. When she removed her bra, too, you felt any chances of saving your underwear go down the drain.

Her creamy legs were slightly spread, as if they were beckoning you to come forward. She was half laying down, her arms pushed back to support her weight as she thrusted her hips forward. A small mole rested on the top of her inner thigh, and you had an incredible urge to gently roam your hands over her soft stomach. 

Fuck, she looked so perfect.

Suddenly, you felt a sliver of fear spark inside you. Lying in front of you was your Donna, beautiful in every way possible…but you…

In an instant, the room started to feel stuffy as a terrible doubt spread in your mind. The arms that you had used to pin Donna against the bed retreat, and you pull on your clothes fearfully.

What if Donna doesn’t like what she sees? Would her eyes fill up with disgust? Would she push you out of the room and leave without another word? 

A small part of you knew these thoughts were stupid–Donna loved you and she would be the last person to ever judge off your looks–but that didn’t stop that wild fear from spreading in your gut. 

“Amore mio, are you alright?”

Strong, loving arms cradle your body in an instant, briefly giving you reprise of your self doubts. Donna pressed her lips to your forehead and gently tangled her fingers in your hair.

“Cara mia, what’s wrong? Is this too much? If it is, we can stop and just cuddle.”

Immediately, you shake your head and press yourself ever closer to your lover. A hot red blush crept up on your cheeks, not out of arousal, but of embarrassment. 

“It’s nothing, my love. I just…” Your voice trails off, unable to put your thoughts into coherent sentences. Your self consciousness grew tenfold then, and before you knew it there were tears in your eyes, blurring your vision and making your voice go wobbly.

By the Black God, why am I so stupid? You had already ruined the sexy mood with your pathetic thoughts, and now you were forcing Donna to soothe you, too. 

You don’t deserve her, a horrid voice whispered, spitting out the words like they were venom. You’re fucking ugly, and as soon as she sees what you truly look like, she’d leave you in an instant. You’re nothing but a disgusting peasant.

“Cara mia!” 

Donna’s worried voice startles you out of your thoughts, and before you knew it the Italian woman was stroking your back lovingly, whispering soothing words into your ears and peppering your body with kisses. Even her growth was gently patting your face, and the unusual sight brought a shaky smile to your lips. You nuzzle yourself against the crook of Donna’s neck, nearly losing yourself to your lover’s familiar scent before she started to speak,

“Amore mio, look at me. That was not nothing.” A calloused hand tenderly dried away the traitorous tears that fell without your permission.

“Please tell me what’s wrong. We’re a team, remember? You’re always so good at driving away my rain clouds. Please let me do the same for you.” Donna whispered that last part, pulling you ever closer to her naked chest as she kissed your nose. 

Bit by bit, you feel that horrible, stuffy feeling start to recede. And, while the voice wasn’t fully silenced yet, it was growing quieter with every second that passed by. You press a hand to your heart and notice belatedly that it wasn’t beating as wildly anymore.   

Slowly, you take in a deep breath, and start to speak,

“Fuck, I just…” you trail off and gesture at your body, where your shirt was already beginning to wrinkle from your position on the bed. Donna presses another kiss to your cheek, urging you to continue.

“I’m scared, Donna. I’m scared of how you’ll react to seeing my body.” You let out a mirthless laugh.

“I’m…I’m not as beautiful as the other maidens. I have so many imperfections and I’m so nervous. I want to have sex with you, my love, but I can’t just get rid of this damn anxiety.”

Donna goes quiet, her whole body stilling as she takes your words in. Worry churns in your stomach, and you can feel the regret start to bloom inside you. Fuck, I shouldn’t have opened my damn mouth–

Then, Donna’s lips crash into yours.

You squeak, cheeks turning crimson as she pulls you impossibly close. The dollmaker lets out a soft moan as her tongue once again explores the inside of your mouth, and she strokes the back of your neck with a calloused hand.

You try not to focus on soft breasts pressing against your own, or the way Donna’s nipples were hardening. 

Eventually, the two of you come up for air, though Donna still doesn’t quite let go of your body. Her hands clasp in yours and her eye shone protectively. The look makes your lower region burn again.

“You are so beautiful, amore,” She practically growls out. “And, while you may not see it yet, that doesn’t make it any less true. Everytime I gaze at you, I feel so happy because you are my tesoro.”

Then, ever so gently, she presses your foreheads close.

“And I am yours.”

The two of you stay like that for a while, entangled in each other’s arms with the blanket draped above to keep you warm. But then, Donna leans in to kiss you, and you feel your body get aroused again. A whine leaves your lips faster than you could quell it, an act which causes a chuckle to escape the other woman. She presses her mouth against your collarbone and sucks on the skin there. You could already see a hickey forming as she releases, a self-satisfied smirk on her face. However, her face quickly softens and she cups your face, love in her gray eye.

“Cara mia, do you still want to continue?”

Shyly, you nod, even as insecurity wrangles your heart. You place your own hand over hers and kiss your dollmaker once again.

“Yes, my love,” You say at last.

Donna smiles, and her scar caresses you once again. 

“I’ll show you how much I truly adore you, Cara mia. Each and every part of you.”

Her words cause more wetness to seep from your cunt and you whimper again, squeezing your thighs desperately. Your arousal increases tenfold when Donna slowly untangles herself from your embrace, giving you a full view of her large pale breasts and panties. 

“See something you like, amore?” Donna teases, a twinkle in her eye.

Embarrassed, you start to stammer, trying desperately to find the words that could truly encapsulate Donna’s beauty.

Eventually, you give up and instead hide your face between your hands. Donna stepped closer to you, and started to gently unbutton your shirt.

“Is this alright, amore?” 

You swallow, trying to ignore your ugly thoughts. You would give it a try; you trusted Donna, after all.

“More than alright, my love.” 

Another pulse of arousal shot through you as your lover slowly removed your shirt. She did the same to your bra, easily unclasping it with her skilled digits. You closed your eyes when your bare torso was finally revealed to Donna, not wanting to see your ugly self.

Then, to your surprise, Donna growls out,

“Bellissima, amore mio. You are utterly perfect.”

“W-what?” You squeak out, feeling like an inferno is setting ablaze on your face. Donna slides a hand between your legs as she trails kisses down your stomach, kissing every blemish that she came across.

“You’re so beautiful, Cara mia.” She purrs, pulling away from your stomach to gaze at your face. A few moments later, she leans in, her mouth a centimeter away from your ear as she whispers, “I wonder how gorgeous you’ll look when you squirm under my touch.”

On any other day, you would be screaming internally, wondering where a recursive dollmaker learned to be so seductive. Instead though, your eyes brim with tears once again and you nuzzle against Donna’s neck. Below, you could feel her hands start to wander.

Giggling softly, Donna sucks on a nipple and slowly rubs your clothed pussy. She smirks at the way you bucked your hips at her desperately. Your whole body was on fire, as if you were made up of flames that only Donna’s touch could quell. Heart racing, you gaze up at the Italian woman in front of you, briefly awestruck. Her raven hair was slightly frayed now and her eyes glowed with want. She bit her bottom lip, and a red hue littered her face and chest. 

You swallow. Even after months of dating, you still could scarcely believe that you were lucky enough to date her. Donna kneads the other breast roughly as her knuckles move in a circular motion against your cloth covered clit. Though her touch was soft, she was gripping your body possessively, leaving marks in its wake. The pain sent an electric thrill across you, making you lean into your lover as you whimpered pleas for her to continue. 

A smirk was slowly curling around Donna’s lips as she teased your hole. You, on the other hand, was furiously rubbing your pussy against her skillful hand, desperate for more friction. 

“Please, my love, stop the teasing,” You beg, dragging your nails across Donna’s back. 

The smug look on your lover’s face grew even brighter. 

 “I didn’t expect you to cave in so quickly, amore. Does my touch really do that to you? Turn you into a gorgeous, needy puddle desperate all for me?” 

She pulled her hand away from your apex, causing a choked sob to escape from your lips. 

“Black God, tesoro. You’ve already made such a mess on my fingers. But..I can’t wait to see what my pollen does to you.”

You pull away at her words, mouth agape as you stilled to process her words. Your underwear was utterly drenched at this point, and the slick was starting to show through the fabric of your pants. Every bit of your body screamed to be reunited with her touch, ever so drawn to it like a phoenix to flame. You were truly under her mercy now, and it was only a matter of time before she’d pounce again.

Slowly, Donna withdrew a small vial from her hair (If you weren’t so damn distracted you would’ve questioned how it managed to stay there) and steadily uncorked the wooden lid. Its rich jasmine aroma seeped into the room and you could feel your cunt clench in anticipation. Donna licked her lips, a dangerous look taking over her as she crawled on top of you. She pressed a light kiss to your neck.

“Do you trust me, amore?”

Not trusting yourself to speak, you nod. A mix of fear and excitement broiled in your stomach as your gaze clung onto the vial in her hands. A part of you blanched at the idea of trying something new, but a larger, stronger part was eager to discover what it would do to you. You knew Donna would never hurt you. Your lover kissed you again.

“Cara mia, I’m going to tip this vial to your face. I want you to inhale it for me, alright?” 

She massaged your arms as she talked and trailed her fingers around your skin. You suck in a breath and murmur,

“Okay.”

Steadily, Donna began to tug your pants down before throwing it unceremoniously onto the wooden floor of the bedroom. Then, she presses the pollen in front of you, urging you to inhale. Like a good girl, you do as you’re told. Seconds later, you felt as if your whole body was on fire.

With a gasp, you pull away, nearly causing your lover to drop the vial onto the mattress. There was a fierce ache between your thighs, and it was unlike anything you had ever experienced. You whimper, squeezing your legs together in an attempt to give yourself some semblance of a release. The clothes clung to you incessantly, and your fingers fumbled to take them off. You felt so so hot, and your cunt ached for your lover’s touch.

Luckily for you, Donna was just as desperate as you were.

Her skilled hands maneuvered to your unbuttoned shirt, palming at your breasts. Donna’s fingers played with your hardened nipples before she released them and slid her hand downward. Her touch was cool, a much needed savior to your fiery hot skin. She pressed a kiss to your temple as her fingers ghosted over your cloth-covered clit. 

“Assolutamente perfetto,” The dollmaker rumbled, bringing your body closer to hers. “Don’t let that damned mind of yours tell you otherwise.”

Before you had a chance to open your mouth to protest, she ripped your underwear off and threw it somewhere across the room. Her tongue swirled around your neck, and her sweet cants made you whine with need. 

The first stroke to your pussy was slow and deliberate, as if your lover was merely testing the embers to the flame. 

“Do you feel that, my beautiful, gorgeous love?” she purred, sliding a finger to press against your aching clit. She flicked it once, chuckling at your desperation. 

“That’s how I feel every time I lay my eyes on you.”

Another flick. Your slick trailed down her hand, pooling somewhere on the bed as Donna slipped a single, wet digit inside your throbbing cunt. She looped a free arm around your neck, a myriad of coos falling from her lips.

“I’m absolutely crazy around you.”

You rocked your hips, eyes squeezed shut as you started to blabber incoherently. Your hands scramble to find purchase on Donna’s shoulders, trying to stabilize your trembling figure. 

Already, the pressure in your lower area was building. You throw your head back, a fierce blush taking over your cheeks. It must have been the pollen; You’ve never gotten so close to the edge so fast with your own fingers.

Noticing your reaction, Donna snarled, sinking her teeth into your soft neck as she quickened her pace. Her hair was a frazzled mess now; the tangled thing spilling over her shoulders and sticking out in various angles. 

Oh how you longed to pull her hair.

You never got the chance, though. Her thrusts were faster now, fingers curling inside your cunt and bringing forth a slew of emotions. Her thumb was still flicking your bud relentlessly, making it pulse with need. There was so much slick escaping you, but you barely felt any embarrassment. Your body was burning, begging for Donna’s touch, and you would do anything for her to let you cum. 

“Such a good girl you are,” Donna murmured, twisting a nipple. The Cadou scar writhed eagerly, no doubt influenced by the dollmaker’s excitement.

“I want to see how hard you’ll cum for me.”

Without giving you much time to react, she slips in a fourth finger and growls, shoving them deep inside you. The bed creaked noisily from her action, moving up and down in tandem with her thrusts. You moan, your mouth curled into a scream as she finally brings you over the edge. Donna rubbed your clit gently, helping you ride out your orgasm.

There is a soft kiss pressed to your nose before she wraps you up in her arms. Though her face was slick with sweat, her eyes shone, twinkling like the gems she’d give you on your dates. The way she looked at you was so lovingly fond, as if—in this very moment—you were the only worthwhile thing glimmering in her life. 

You nuzzle against her chest, feeling a pleased sigh escape you. Donna peppered your face with kisses, humming quietly. These were the moments you cherished the most in life; moments where it was only the two of you basking in each other’s prescience. Donna could take her mind off of her relentless demons, and you could forgo any insecurities that were plaguing you.

Already, your eyelids were beginning to droop and a yawn escaped your lips. A hand moved up to massage your scalp, and you leaned into her touch, closing your eyes as you let the careful arms of sleep carry you away.

As the world began to darken and the sounds outside your skull became muffled, you heard the gentle whispering of your love.

“Rest easy, amore mio. I will be here when you wake up.”

“Always?” Your voice felt small, as if fearing her answer. 

Donna wrapped her arms around your torso, pulling you ever closer to her.

“Forever.”

[dawndelion-winery]

Duty Means Sacrifice

Contract Marriage AU - [3]

Childe × GN! Reader

Two years was a long time to live like a rat. You'd heard the news that Ajax had succeeded his father a few months ago. You'd also heard he was dealing with an onslaught of proposals since it was natural he needed to solidify his position as a new duke.

You on the other hand, were scrambling to make ends meet. Your parents were lovely, but even they were at their wits' ends, hesitantly suggesting some marriageable bachelor's who could potentially save your family from collapse. No matter how competent you were, there was only so much you could do after being kicked out by the previous duke. People were wary of you. Your parents were right, maybe it was about time you set aside your pride and took advantage of some rich man to save your family. Would it matter anyway? Duty meant doing the things your heart might regret. You were confident in your competence in helping manage an estate, surely that would at least tempt most to have you co-head their house with them; you wouldn't even complain if they brought another lover! It's not like you were marrying them for love anyway. It would be a mutually beneficial relationship, and at least, you were sure you could befriend them. The question was who was a suitable partner? Undoubtedly, your marriage prospects were limited as well, as it had to be someone who didn't cower before the previous duke or they'd surely want nothing to do with you.

You'd long discarded the notion of falling in love. Yet the memory of fluffy auburn hair ruffled my the wind often dredged itself up with a disgusting fondness. Now wasn't the time to miss Ajax. Despite his promise to you to restore your position, you doubted he'd remember, certain the never ending workload would have pushed you out of his mind.

"I've no right to miss him this much..." you murmured to yourself. Did he fit all the criteria? Well, yes, technically...BUT, last you tried to see him, you were forcibly removed from the property. Humiliated, you'd scurried off with your tail between your legs, mentally apologising to your friend for cutting all hopes of correspondence then and there.

So why was his familiar face at the café you'd planned to meet your potential suitor?

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[fineprintedsunsets]

THE CROW'S DISGUISE

This Is For Haunted Hoedown Day 5! | | Bucky Barnes Master-List | My Haunted Hoedown Master-List

Synopsis: A masquerade is crawling with assassins. Including me, The Raven. My only goal, Kill The Crow.

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: nickfowler x assassin!f reader. smut. cock humping. dirty talk. angst. betrayal. mentions of death/assassination. (bit late my faulttt) This is part of the Folklore Fantasies

Masquerade au + "i want to see you bleed"

"You Never Know The Psychopath Sitting Next To You"

My mission is simple: Kill the crow.

The mask I wear is in the shape of my alias. “The Raven”, a long navy-colored beak attached to two eye holes and light black trimming around its exterior. Tonight at Crow’s Estate, a masquerade ball is being held.

I won’t be the only assassin there. I do plan on being the only one who drives a six-inch blade through his throat. It took months to get into The Crow’s circle, and even longer to get invited to one of his events, and now that I’m in, I can hardly wait.

I do not know the face of the crow, which is unfortunate, but the D.V.E does not allow any of its assailants to know the identities of their targets. I’m aware of The Crow’s dealings, I know he is a bad person, and the solution hides strapped to my thigh underneath a black Lolita dress hand-picked for this occasion.

The Crow will fall tonight.

Classical music from inside Crow’s Estate filters outside, filling the wind and winding its notes around the invited guests. “Agent R, Can you read me?” The ear-peice Cody gave me is irritating. As if I don’t already get my fill of his obnoxious voice. I sigh, bringing two digits up to my ear, pressing against the micro-technology.

A little something we picked up or rather stole from an A.I.R house we raided in the fall.

“About to enter, how do you read me?”

Cody huffs, “Clear from the entrance to the ballroom. Security is limited but hidden” I nod, keeping my voice low. The line shifts as the hundreds of guests move up, all dressed in extravagant suits and dresses, animal or traditional masquerade masks decorate their faces.

“Got to go, Cody.” I don’t need to be in his stake-out spot to know his lips are parted in protest, I take out the earpiece and tuck it into one of the many hidden pockets in this dress.

Beautiful and functional, just how I like it. I breathe out my nose, bracing myself for another long wait. It will take me at least thirty minutes to get to the front of the line, by then the festivities would have started.

I sigh, adjusting the strings tugging at my hair, making sure the mask sits firmly on my features.

The Raven will be The Crow’s demise.

𓅂

My heels scrape against the polished floors of the Crow Estate. It is exactly out of an Edgar Allan Poe fever dream and I can’t say I hate it. Musicians draw back their bows, sliding them elegantly along their many variants of the string family. Violins and Cellos, mixed with woodwinds and percussion.

The chandeliers that swing above light the whole room as people pack inside the ballroom. Many are already dancing, spinning their partners along to the rhythm. I don’t replace my earpiece. It’s unnoticeable, but first I must take out security.

Cody said it’s limited, which is odd for an event of this importance. The Crow has definitely invited his business partners. If I can take out security, or at least locate them, it will make my job a lot easier. The blade pushes into my skin, a heavy reminder of the task at hand.

Servants walk around with trays of champagne, working their way from guest to guest. As much as my hand aches to grab one of the clear flutes, I don’t. I find my way to the dance floor, heavily hoping someone will see I'm in need of a dance partner.

Several seconds go by until a man approaches me, he wears a fox mask, and the auburn trim is fit for his masculine features, the white and orange design mixing well with the overall look.

“Madam.” His hand reaches for my own. I allow him to grab my fingers, ignoring the spark that emits through my flesh. He places a small kiss against my knuckles, his mask rubbing over my skin.

He’s not my target, the crow is wearing a black mask in the shape of his alias. It seems obvious to me, but only his business partners know him by “The Crow”. All of the regular guests just know him as “The Man”.

A blush rises on my cheek as he lingers at my hand, I’m now more grateful than ever for the mask covering my face. “May I have this dance?” He speaks, his pink lips parting just a bit. I can see his short hair and his brown stubble. His electric blue pupils are sending flames through my body.

I nod, keeping my face neutral. I’ve been trained to master the art of not reacting, even if internally my body is waging war. It’s why I’m never invited to play poker with the rest of the guys.

I win too often.

His hand slides into my palm, dwarfing my fingers. The veins that are visible as his other palm finds my hip, flexing to mold into my curves is something I can't take my eyes off of.

The fox brings us into the center of the dance floor, we become one as he pulls my body closer, black suit and black dress collide in a mix of fabric as he guides my hand to rest on the back of his head. His hand is like lava melting wood. Digging deeper, molding to its surface before it burns it completely.

Other people move away as we start to move to the beat, in the standard choreographic positions for this type of music. The fox smiles, and I know it reaches his ears by the way they lift.

“What’s your name?” He whispers, his gaze locked on mine. I know he can feel my back tense, but not out of fear or discomfort, my breath does the same, it holds before it’s relieved.

This fox is making me freeze up.

I have to get us moving quicker, I need to scout out security. “Raven.” I lie, everyone is required to have an alias at this masquerade ball, whether you're a guest or an assassin. It is why the fox is the fox.

You can learn a lot about the people behind the mask from the mask. This man is sneaky and stealthy, but cunning. A predator to some, but prey to others.

“You're analyzing me aren’t you, Raven?” He mimics, smiling as we spin around, avoiding each other's shoes. We do it so perfectly I get lost in it, ignoring his question completely. It’s like we were made for each other's body, swaying and sliding as the music heightens. My breath hitches as his fingers come around to brush against my bare back, holding me steady. I silently curse at myself, knowing no emotion is to be shown.

“And If I am, Fox?” I bite back, sneaking in unnoticed glances around the ballroom. There are no tell-tale signs of security, nothing to make them stick out amongst the other guests. For the first time, I long to hear Cody’s voice. He smiles, his eyes growing beneath his masks.

“I wouldn’t stop you, I have already analyzed everyone here.” My brow quirks at his confession, my hand grabbing at the invisible strands of his hair. I don’t know if I want him closer, or further away.

“What about me, Fox? What can you tell me about myself?” Fuck it. I can’t find security and The Crow does not arrive until midnight. I’ll enjoy myself, I’ll fall down the rabbit hole with the Fox.

I deserve some fun.

I melt into his touch, feeling his fingers flex as the song changes. I dip my chin up, avoiding stabbing him with the pointy end of my mask. Wouldn’t want to ruin that pretty face.

“You prefer solitude. You often disappear into the shadows, never relying on others to get the job done.” My face doesn't move as we glide across the ballroom, it feels as if it's just him and I, the other guest long gone.

The Fox, The Raven, And The Rhythm.

“Am I in your heart, Raven?” “Not even close.” I smile, looking at the man who now glides me across the dance room, the hands I suddenly trust, the fingers keeping my body moving. Heat slides through my body, presently in my thighs, my veins, This fox is everywhere.

I want more.

I shouldn't be this distracted. But I can’t stop myself.

The music thrums as he twirls me out, and my heart beats, relying on him to bring me back. Time slows when he tightens his grip, returning me to his chest safely. We're closer than ever, and now I can smell him.

Cinnamon and spice, smells I want to get intoxicated on. I want to swim and drown in them. Our breaths intertwine, my hand tightens against his head, urging him to come closer. His lips part, and I feel mine do the same as the music encases us in our own bubble.

Until he pulls away, shattering everything I’ve ever wanted in seconds. “Not here.”

“But somewhere?” I ask, and again that smile makes me gulp. A sly smirk, but a playful look.

A fox indeed.

“But somewhere.” He echos, and before I can protest, he’s tugging me through the dancing bodies, guiding me through masked men and women. The fox brings me all the way to the stairs at the front of the house, the instruments far behind.

I look up at the beautiful black marbled steps and gold-plated railing, my fingers slide into the palm of the fox as he leads the way, up the stairs and into one of the many rooms.

My body fills with anticipation, heat overriding my veins, making me forget everything. All I know is I need him, and I need him now. And it’s exactly what I’ll get.

𓅂

The fox has backed me against a door, his breath coming out in heaves as he places rushed kisses against my collarbone. I arch my back against the wood, begging him to go lower, to press his lips all over my body.

“Your an eager little bird.” He coos, his tone husky, dripping in lust. We reside in a bedroom, it looks like it’s never been used, never touched, or slept in. “Tell me your name.” I bring his lips to mine, allowing them to ravish my mouth, sparks shooting through me.

“Nick.”

“A name for a name?” He asks, his brows raising in tandem. His face, his features, even the ones that are hidden I’m sure are perfect.

“How about a mask for a mask?” I bargain, feeling his lips slide against my jawbone, placing harsh kisses against the flesh.

“You don’t play fair.” Nick tuts, his subtle grazing my throat as he continues the array of sloppy kisses. Were both filled with undeniable need, some we cannot deny.

“Never have, Never will.” I smile, tilting my mask up, silently telling him to remove it. Nick does, his fingers grazing the back of my head as he unties the Raven. The material falls away revealing my hidden features.

“Your beautiful,” Nick whispers against my cheek. It’s hard to hide the flush the compliment gives me. My fingers run over his jaw, feather-light but enough to make him shudder.

My fingers go to the back of his head, grabbing the orange tie and slowly pulling it off. I watch the mask slide off his face, his blue eyes more intense as the mask joins my own on the floor.

And then we are a tangle of limbs. Kissing, and sucking the air out of each other's lungs. We rely on each other as we sway in the darkness, attempting to find the mattress of the unused bedroom. The music doesn't bother either of us, in fact, it flows with our clothes that are now tossed on the floor.

Nick pulls my body to his, my nipples hard against his defined chest. A smile tugs at his lips as he dips to kiss my cleavage, sucking a hard peak into his mouth. I gasp at the pleasure, arching my back as we collide on the mattress. He’s hard under me, I can feel his cock pulsating in his boxers. And my underwear wet with arousal.

I reach for his boxers as his thick thighs keep us at the edge of the bed. My breath catches in my throat, and I’m suddenly aware of what is about to happen. Except Nick places a finger against my lips, “When I fuck you, Raven, I want you to be able to scream.”

“We can’t do that here,” I say, the disappointment is clear in my tone. The fox is right, everyone in their mothers will surely hear us, even over the music.

Before I can protest, Nick grabs my hips, moving my clothed clit to rub against his imprisoned cock. I moan at the friction, his tip bumping against my nub. “Hump my cock.” He orders, and it takes all my resolve not to double over right there.

I straddle his lap, feeling his hard length pressing into me, begging for release. My fingers find his abdomen, running lines down his pecs. I could get lost in the peaks and valleys of the fox’s body.

I do as he asks, his hands buried deep in the side of my hips, molding to my shape as I grind against him, controlling my tempo by grabbing onto Nick’s back, and keeping myself steady.

Nick groans, his eyes switching from me to where my pussy rubs against him, the growing wetness evident of our desire. Heat is filling me in our bubble again as his lips hungrily grab at my own, pushing my folds onto his cock with force, attempting to find both our pleasure.

“Doing so good, sweet raven.” He praises me, his moans filling my ears like a steady beat I can’t get enough of. A song I will sing for eternity. Nick thrust into me, nudging my clit with his tip. He sees my enjoyment and does it again. Over and over until I’m about ready to collapse.

“Gonna cum all over my slacks, Raven? Make a sloppy mess on my cock?” His words are daunting, but it only drives my pleasure deeper, I’m begging to hit a home run. Nick’s breath speeds up, higher and higher as his fingernails set a bruising pace, our lips clashing, our tongues intertwining.

The more Nick opens his perfect mouth, The more I clench around nothing, the wetter I get, the damper Nick’s slacks get, and the feral smile grows wider with each second. Were both close, begging to be thrown off the deep end.

“You close, sweetheart? Gonna cum with me?”

All I can do is nod, guiding my own thrust as I slide up and down his length, too much and too little friction all at once. It’s only when I see stars, I calm down.

𓅂

I stay in Nick’s arms as my eyes trace his abs, to the outline of his half-hard cock. My eyes drift to the wall, and immediately I freeze.

“Who are you looking for?” Nick asks, smiling lazily at me. I look at the clock hanging on the wall, the hands have just passed midnight.

“The Crow,” I replied coldly, not towards Nick, but to the awful man who will be dead by daylight.

“He’s already here.” My eyebrows scrunch as I turn to Nick, a question plaguing my face. It’s only then, I see it. Nick smiles his usual sly grin,

“Hello, Raya.” Hearing my real name fall from his lips allows three words I didn’t want to mutter tonight to exit my lips.

“You're the crow.” Despite my revelation, I am not hit with the sudden urge to kill him. I want to, just not as much.

“I want to see you bleed,” I say again. It’s not untrue, it feels sudden to say such a thing. My lips curled in disgust. This man, the man that I entrusted my body to, the man who just bought me an earth-shattering orgasm, is a monster.

“Most people do.”

“Fox describes me better, no?”

Sneaky and Sly.

Fucking Bastard.

[bruxbea]

Idek what to call this, just a small blurb PreLandsmeet Pre-Landsmeet Denerim, Arl Eamon’s Estate Word Count: 957 Characters: Anora McTir, Alistair Theirin, Riordan, technically the entire crew

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In preparation for the Landsmeet like the big to do that it was, arl Eamon had sent for new clothes and dress to be commissioned for the Grey Wardens and their companions. Everyone was excited at the prospect of being in Denerim proper, amongst townspeople and regular food, not to mention proper beds and room service.

Morrigan would never admit it aloud but she had quite enjoyed browsing through the tailor’s binder of swatches and silks as the group picked out their would be attire. They had all but lost Leliana when his apprentice brought in a rainbow of resplendent ribbons by the spool.

The Landsmeet was going to be a bit of a party as it were, and they were the guests of honor.

Only, the Wardens themselves had yet to return from the Arl of Denerim’s estate, something that should have been a trivial task now seeming a growing risk they ought not have pursued. It was late and the companions had been up all night without sleep or talk, everyone sitting on razor's edge as the fire smoldered down to ash.

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No one is sure whose cry rings out the silence when Alistair approaches with the dawn, auburn hair catching the budding sun in a natural crown as Queen Anora herself runs haughtily abreast a bedraggled stranger sporting dual Griffons on his gear. They are exhausted: the two men covered in blood and bruised, while the Queen only a bit disheveled. Most notably of all they are short one Warden Mage. 

Anora catches her breath and explains: Amell has been arrested on her behalf and sent to Fort Drakon. The Queen blanches at the rooms combined glower, their outrage apparent enough to read. “She insisted we rescue you and as thanks you had her arrested?!” their faces say. She assures everyone Amell is safe among the guards and Templars stationed there. The companions rise one by one to leave the room without a word, as silent as a ripple across a pond. Anora looks to Alistair as he too prepares to leave. He stops near the door seemingly lost in thought. Over his shoulder he answers her pleading look.

“They will not hear you, your Grace. You’ve just sent our leader to yet another Tower.”

Anora starts forward, “Fort Drakon isn’t a Circle. When Father sees I am safe, Amell shall be granted her freedom and-” “You are blind Anora, by rearing or choice I will never understand.” Alistair interrupts with a bark. The Queen of Ferelden’s only response is to suck her teeth in surprise. 

The warrior turns to face the unkept Queen and stares her down with a fury she doesn’t recognize. Is this truly the same boy who cried when I took his doll in our youth? she thinks to herself, shying away the smallest of breadths. He’s taller than Cailan was now... “Hawthorne is an apostate mage, a Grey Warden, and an elf. She will be locked up and guarded among practiced torturers and those most faithful to your father, do you even know what you’ve done…how much danger…?” Alistair stops to breathe and steady his mounting rage. 

The others had returned, already kitted out for rescue. Box the mabari impatiently paces the hallway, growling at random as though the humans choose to waste time. Sten stoically joins him after a beat. It appears unanimous that they return to camp to plan their strategy. Alistair shakes his head and turns to face Anora. “She did this for you, you know…and for Cailan.” He says quietly. Anora Pales. “This whole time has been her trying to reason out you and your Father, no matter how much we may argue over it. As a child Loghain was her hero and you are ‘Queen to a nation of ingrates and Orphans’ as she puts it. She pities you Anora, and sympathizes your loss of Cailan. More than you seem to yourself.” “When I asked her why it was so important we rescue you from Howe she answered without hesitation, ‘Anora’s your family.’ as simple as that! The Sky is blue, water is wet, you and I are family, so risking her life for yours was of no question despite the risk of an apparent trap!” Alistair stops, realizing his voice has grown louder with every new example. Anora remains silent but focused, amazed at the ghostly familiarities she only now begins to notice as Alistair gathers what little belongings he had scattered about the room to hand to an anemically protesting Riordan who rests laid up recuperating on the sofa.

As the younger Warden prepares to leave with the others of his ragtag crew, Alistair first approaches the Queen, checking the straps and buckles on his armor as he turns to face her. He sighs as he tries to bring the conversation to a civil if not jovial end, hitching the massive dragon tooth maul over his shoulder and securing it in place across the plates on his back. 

“Well dear sister, we’re off to un-do your heinous fuckery most foul. Please do keep the kitchen lit and your pesky interfering father at bay. We shall return with our beloved mage or burn the entire city to the ground in her honor. You should know by noon. Oh and do please keep the kettle on, killing your father’s men is sure to be thirsty work.” he offhandedly says checking his breastplate, any attempt at verbal civility lying beaten unconscious on the floor in the process.

 Anora’s only response is to cluck her tongue in a way she thought lost since Ostagar. The Grey Warden and his posse take their leave.

Once again they have been invited to a party.

And they intend to arrive in style.

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so a list of changes astoria makes in her soa verse, bc i'm thinking about it a whole lot rn—

she dyes her hair a few shades darker, from her natural ginger to an auburn, and she cuts it from where she's grown it past her elbows to her shoulders. (to her shoulders when dry—her curls are really bouncy at that length.) her hair looks something like this, and that's about how she styles it, too.

she cries when she cuts her hair. everything else she manages without a fuss, but she cries a lot when she cuts her hair.

she adjusts her clothing style. part of this is a matter of necessity, since she can't actually afford the clothes she used to wear when she's cut off from the family's money. but previously she tended towards neutrals with occasional bursts of color and she drew attention whenever she could. she buys mostly black, deep blue or purple or green, and pairs almost exclusively with jeans or leggings and jackets or hoodies.

her makeup style changes pretty significantly as well, from a sort of old hollywood glamor (bold red lip and fairly restrained eyeliner and that's about it) to something a little more dramatic (thicker eyeliner, darker lipstick with more of a purple undertone).

rather than try to hide her visible tattoos, she alters them. the floral sleeve on her left arm looks bolder—she blacks out the space between the flowers, and makes the lines of the flowers thicker. she gets a tattoo of a crow on the back of her right hand and plans to get something over her collarbones.

she doesn't try to change her accent, but she does try to tone it down a bit. if anyone asks, she says she's from iceland (which is not really that much of a lie).

a lot of these changes are relatively minor, or at least not as dramatic as they could be; this is by design. she figures she'll have an easier time learning to respond to a similar name and keeping an accent that's natural to her. minor changes will be easier to maintain in the long run, and she can keep making adjustments as necessary. maybe the accent fades with time. maybe the dark red gets darker and darker until it's black, or a less natural-looking red. maybe the makeup starts changing more and more.

the way she sees it, she's a lot less suspicious if she doesn't seem like she's faking it. she left from london; it'll be a while before anyone declares her missing, since she's a grown woman and she left a trail leading nowhere. once she's declared missing, it'll be a while more before american authorities are looking for her. she has a solid alias, the documentation she needs, and lies she can remember. it's not about making a huge and dramatic change; it's about making enough small changes that she can maintain the new identity for as long as possible.

and while she's astrid vogel instead of astoria grim, she misses a lot of stuff happening with her family—

her grandfather retires, and his health starts to decline. she will see him before he passes, but she's always pretty bitter about the time she lost with him. it's her one major regret.

her mother marries. astoria's new stepfather has two sons from a previous marriage, both of whom are in their early twenties, and both of whom get along beautifully with veronika. when astoria finds out, and it's safe to do so, she eventually sends a card congratulating them. she is wildly resentful that her mother learned how to be a good mother only when she was out of the picture.

her uncle (who she considers more a brother than an uncle, since they were raised together) takes over the family's vineyard, and starts training one of his sons to take over after him.

her father becomes fully estranged from his parents. though he's not fully disowned, they don't engage much, if at all, outside of necessities regarding the estate.

her half-sister gets married, too, and moves to edinburgh with her wife. rowan and her wife eventually have two children of their own, the first coming shortly after the wedding. rowan has a hard time with her sister having missed so much and been gone without a word, but she learns to forgive her in time.

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Macrbe Mariah-creepypasta oc- backstory

(Wanna apologize in advance cause this is my first time writing a Creepypasta character- I know it’s super brief and I’ll update it lots in the future but I wanted to post her story cause I did lots of research for her lolz)

Tw’s: mentioned abuse, religious trauma, homophobia, descriptions of murder, internalized homophobia.

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Mariah Benedict is the daughter of Frank Benedict and Beatrice Benedict. She was the product of an affair between the two which resulted in a discrete divorce between Frank and his ex wife (Alice Williams). Due to the split between Alice and Frank, he was agitated and was emotionally (and sometimes physically) abusive towards Mariah and her mother. However, Mariah was kept extremely sheltered so she never recognized the flaws in her fathers behavior and how toxic it was.

Frank was the Father of an unknown cult that was followed by the entire town. Being his daughter, Mariah was higher up in the cult (a blood child) who worked as a superior nun along with her mother (who’s role was the mother of the cult). Due to they’re powerful positions, the family were worshiped and rarely questioned, as the man of the family had ‘came in contact with a god’

This all went on until Mariah was 26, one day (during the weeks of autumn), a new woman moved to town; her name was Elizabeth Beaufort, she was 23 with tan skin, mid length auburn curls and piercing black eyes. She was aware that the town was religious but not to what extent the cult was. When Mariah saw her from her window, she felt something she assumed resembled love; however, her religion was homophobic and she saw this as sin and attempted to pray for forgiveness for whatever she did to deem these feeling; she felt disgusting and ashamed and begged for them to go away, but nothing worked. The feeling kept eating her whole until she couldn’t bear it anymore and decided to get closer to the new woman which Elizabeth gladly accepted. But throughout this time Mariah started to notice a strange pale man lurking in the forest next to her estate, when he got nearer she would get migraines, strange whispers in her ears and horrid nightmares of a future demise; she ended up convincing herself it was her punishment for her feelings.. A few months into the time between Mariah and Elizabeth, Mariah confessed and Elizabeth accepted. Knowing that Mariah’s father would never accept this and might even kill them if he knew about them, they decided they would get eloped and run away from the town late October.

A few nights before they had planned to put their plan into motion, they were caught by Mariah’s Father. They ended up getting split up attempting to run, Mariah tripped over a rock in the woods and was captured and dragged back to the town. Now being deemed ‘a tainted’ (the lowest sinner rank in the cult), Mariah was sentenced to being burnt at stake. As she was covered in fuel, she noticed the pale man in the woods again just before she was set into flames.

When she woke up once more, she had a purple outfit from her dressing room on and half a Marionette mask on from the theater in town. She had a constant static and faint voice in her ear, ‘kill them… kill those who watched you burn and make there cadavers twice as bad…’ she looked at her hands to see her skin was completely soldered off. She was horrified and confused and vulnerable; she ended up listening to the voices. She set the town on fire and left her father for last, cutting off his hands and feet before slitting his stomach and dumping him in the river.

(I’m in the middle of writing an actual creepypasta for her so lmk if you’d be interested)

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hello! do you have any fics where charles meets edie/erik's family for the first time?

Hi anon. I have plenty of fics where Charles meets Edie and/or Erik's family. I hope you enjoy!!!

Charles Meets Edie/Erik’s family for the first time

In the Bleak Midwinter – keire_ke

Summary: It is not easy to find out, well into the second decade of the twenty-first century, that your mother arranged a marriage for you. It is even less easy to convince her that you have no interest in the very fertile Magda, she of the wide hips and lustrous auburn hair. Fortunately, with a good friend at his side over the holiday weekend, Erik is sure he will prevail.

A Road Trip to Pennsylvania - Aainiouu

Summary: For a year Charles has nurtured the biggest and most embarrassing crush known to man towards Erik. They are friends and roommates and when Erik asks Charles to accompany him to home on Thanksgiving of course Charles goes.

Fools and Their Mamas – LoveSupreme

Summary: Charles FINALLY gets to meet Erik's mother in person! Sure she doesn't know any English (besides knowing when Erik is cursing and thus requiring a good smack) and sure Charles doesn't have a great history when it comes to mothers, but Erik is sure everything will be stupendous, when he has brain power left over from trying to find a way to ask Charles to move to the Lensherr estate.

A Nice Boy (The Family Matters Edition) – pocky_slash

Summary: Erik's not sure whether the problem is that he doesn't want his parents to meet Charles or that he doesn't want Charles to meet his parents. Either way, he never invites Charles to brunch. Why should he? It's not like they're dating.

First Impressions – Ook

Summary: The first time Erik Lensherr, CEO of Eisenhardt Enterprises, met Charles Xavier he might just have called him a homeless drop out and accused him of being a junkie, before realising he was a waiter. He almost apologised.

The second time Erik Lensherr met Charles Xavier, he was volunteering at the soup kitchen, and Erik definitely (In Charles's opinion) accused him of being a thoughtless freeloader and slacker. He did apologise. Eventually.

The third time Erik met Charles, he hit him with his car. This was definitely not on purpose. Erik didn't actually ever say he was sorry, but he did end up taking Charles home with him, that time.

Food, Family, and Friends with Benefits – endingthemes

Summary: “Everyone,” Edie says, voice bursting with pride. “Erik’s here, and he’s brought his friend.” She takes Charles’ arm and pulls him forward, presenting him like a shiny object. “This is Charles.”

Charles manages a weak wave and an even weaker, “Hello.”

(In which Charles gets dragged along to his fuck buddy's parent's house to celebrate a Jewish holiday, and things get weird.)

Impulse Decisions – listerinezero

Summary: Erik wakes up in Las Vegas with a hell of a hangover, a telepath in his bed, and a ring on his finger. Now what?

Look Up, You’re Standing Next To Me, What A Feeling – luninosity

Summary: Charles, when uncertain, buries the uncertainty beneath extra certainty about everything else, which reads an awful lot like arrogance to anyone who doesn’t know better. Erik does know better. His mother doesn’t.

I ♥ NY (It’s My Friends I’m Not Sure Of) – oddegg

Summary: Erik is a single, successful man who likes quick sex with no strings attached. Then, he meets college professor Charles and it's love at first sight, at least for him. Charles, who heard of Erik's notorious ways, wants nothing to do with him besides being friends. Cue Erik bending over backwards to steal Charles' heart.

Series

Mutually Beneficial Transaction – Pookaseraph

Summary: In his sophomore year at Columbia University, Erik, feeling slowly strangled by his mounting college debt, places an add on a sugar daddies website. He doesn't know exactly what to expect from it, but when he's contacted by a man named Charles who seems less creepy than the other people who have responded to his profile, he decides to give it a shot. Charles is nothing like what he expected, and Erik finds himself slowly falling in love with his sugar daddy while trying to find out exactly what caused this amazing guy to buy his emotional and sexual intimacy when he clearly deserves so much more than that.

Math Reasons – pearl_o, pocky_slash

Summary: "Mom says Erik always knows what he wants, it just sometimes takes him a little while to actually realize it," Ruth said.

Charles fell in love with Erik the first night they met, the first week of freshman year. Two years of friendship, adventures, arguments, hijinks, secrets, and summer visits later, Erik is starting to catch up.

Miss Missing You – WaxRhapsodic

Summary: In his head he knew it was unfair to compare Charles and Magda, but he couldn’t help the giddiness he felt around Charles. Erik had never felt this way about anyone before, and he relished the live wire of emotion coiled in his chest.

or

Erik and Magda are separated when he meets a charming young professor out on the town.

Soul of my soul – ikeracity

Summary: You can imprint on your soulmate anywhere — school, work, on the street, in a restaurant, on the subway.

Charles and Erik imprint on each other just in time for the holidays.

Heart of my heart – pinkoptics

Summary: You can imprint on your soulmate anywhere — school, work, on the street, in a restaurant, on the subway.

Of course, imprinting on the guardian of one of your grade one students isn’t ideal.

Then again, when has Erik’s life ever been ideal?

Love Over Challah – sebastian2017

Summary: As his first Shabbat alone with David approaches, Charles realizes he's overlooked one important detail: he's not actually sure how to have a Shabbat dinner. Thankfully, he meets Edie Lehnsherr, who just so happens to be having dinner with her son and grandchildren that very Friday and would love to have Charles and David over to celebrate the Shabbat with.

or

Charles and Erik meet while celebrating the Shabbat and bond over mutant activism and their adorable children.

When, how, and because we do – aesc, pearl_o

Summary: Erik brings Charles home to meet his mother. AU of Tough little baby telepath.

And your smile, oh darling, your smile – lavenderlotion

Summary: Charles turned back around to find Mrs. Lehnsherr still standing in the doorway, watching them with a smile and some very warm thoughts that made Charles feel very soft in his chest, right by his heart. "You have a lovely home, Mrs. Lehnsherr. It's very, very nice," Charles told her seriously, meaning every word and hoping that Mrs. Lehnsherr would believe him and not think him just terrible for the way that he had first thought the house too small.

Hearts and Bones – pocky_slash

Summary: Modern, non-powered AU. An impending visit with Erik's parents leaves Charles anxious and Erik unsure how to proceed.

Good manners (will get you far) – ximeria

Summary: Charles had been looking forward to the performance at the Met for ages. Little did he know, things would not go according to plan.

The Gift of the Magi, But Screw it Up – librata

Summary: He doesn't know if he's buying too much, too little, or even the right things at all, because he's never entertained a guest as important as Edie Lehnsherr.

‘How to Parent’ by Edie Lehnsherr – SprinkleofSunshine

Summary: Edie prided herself on being a good mother. The best mother even. After all, she had several mugs in her cupboards declaring that truth gifted by her two children over the years. However, something is going on with her son, Erik, and it's her duty to find out what....

Defying Expectations – Baamon5evr

Summary: Charles and Erik meet each other’s family. Neither of them gets what they expect.

Meeting the Parents – melonbutterfly

Summary: Erik takes Charles home to introduce him to his family.

Charles Does Not Buy a Shamwow – magneto

Summary: Charles and Erik are spending the first few days of their university's winter break alone at Erik's mother's house. Then, Erik's mother decides to come home early unannounced... while Erik and Charles are naked on the living room couch.

[anxious-allie-ren]

The Rumors.

Coming at you with the next chapter! This one was fun! I really laid some good ground work here and planted some hints for future important plot points. So, see if you can find them! I hope you enjoy!

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The next banquet was once again held at the King and Queen's summer estate. But rather than showing up in the evening for a night of dancing and conversation, guests came instead to share a meal and a few waltzes.

All that were in attendance had just enjoyed a delicious three-course meal. A light vegetable soup served with a side of bread, followed by roasted pheasant with glazed potato, and finished off with a delicious iced pudding. You had starved yourself all day for the meal, expecting nothing but a grand spread. It's safe to say you were not disappointed. Your father on the other hand, he was a different story. He had nothing nice to say about the meal, stating that his pheasant was dry and the pudding was too sweet. You were able to conjure up an excuse to get away from him, walking away from your table and into the crowd. You needed to breathe.

You're watching the couples dance around the floor as you feel someone come up to your side.

"Did you enjoy your meal, my lady?"

You turn to see Poe standing next to you, looking as dashing as ever. He's dressed in his usual tuxedo, curly brown hair tamed in a perfect mop on his head. You smile up at him and nod.

"Yes I did. How about you, Lord Poe?"

"Just Poe, remember? I did enjoy it, but I have to say, I wish the pudding had been sweeter."

His response makes you giggle, looking down at your hands. He was so drastically different from your father. Of course they would even differ on something as simple as the dessert.

"Of course, Poe."

Poe turns to look at you. He holds out his hand for you just as the previous dance ends.

"Would you like to dance with me, miss Y/N?"

You nod quickly and place your gloved hand in his, allowing him to lead you out onto the dance floor.

You are swept up in him as you waltz about the room. You could feel that spark from your stroll in the park. Only now, it was beginning to burn brighter, being fanned by the closeness of your bodies. The way he was looking down at you had your cheeks burning red. Poe smiled and held your hand just a bit tighter.

"I very much enjoy the time we've spent together, miss Y/N."

His words take you by surprise. Of course you enjoyed his company. But you were not expecting the feeling to be mutual. You look up in his eyes, a bright smile spread across your face.

"I have as well, Poe. But please just call me Y/N."

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Those in the crowd watch the two of you as you dance. The spark could be felt by everyone in attendance. It seemed that the young woman who gained praise from the King had found her love match. Any one with eyes could clearly see the connection between the two of you.

That of course meant that both your father and Lord Hux could see this as well. The men were standing off to the side watching.

"I knew she would fall for a younger man. We should have just arranged the marriage and been done with it. You promised me this would be no problem."

"Lord Hux, I can assure you this will simply be a little obstacle in our plans. MY daughter will be your bride by the end of the season."

Lord Hux looks at your father, his brows furrowed in anger. He slicks back his ginger hair with his hand and sighs.

"You're right, your grace. Because I'll be taking matters into my own hands."

With that, Lord Hux makes his way through the crowd and onto the dance floor.

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You are broken from your moment with Poe as Lord Hux comes up to the both of you, your father following closely behind.

Poe turns to face him, dropping your hands from him.

"Good evening, Lord Hux. How can I help you?"

Lord Hux scowls at Poe and turns his direction to you.

"I've come to ask my lady to dance with me, if that's alright with you."

You couldn't believe the brazen actions of Lord Hux. It is more shocking that your father was going along with this. He had been so demanding that you behave, but certainly this little stunt would not look good to the ton.

You swallow the lump in your throat. The last thing you wanted to do was dance with him. He had made his intentions very clear in your last interaction. You didn't want to do anything more to give him the wrong idea. Lord Hux stood no chance with you. Poe looked down at you, sensing your hesitancy. He was about to answer when your father stepped in.

"Of course, Lord Hux. Y/N would love to dance with you! It would be her honor."

Your father punctuates those last words with a hard look at you. It was clear you had no choice in the matter. It was either behave now and come out of this with your dignity intact, or walk away and lose the good graces of the King and the ton.

You stay silent as you take Lord Hux's hand and begin to dance with him. Your face is as still as the statues that decorate the elaborate ballroom. You wanted to make it clear to all that may be watching, along with your dance partner, that you were not enjoying this.

Lord Hux drones on about his vast estates, wealth, etc. but you can't bring it in you to listen. None of this information mattered to you. As he continues going on about some group of men he's assembling, you catch the eyes of the raven haired man from across the room.

He's standing amongst the crowd, dressed in a fine tuxedo. You couldn't even take in his attire. All you could focus on was his gaze, which was fixed right on you. The both of you couldn't keep your eyes off each other. Even as Lord Hux twirled you around the floor, your eyes still managed to find him. As the song ended, you nodded to Lord Hux and turned towards the direction of the man, but found that he was gone.

You made your way back into the crowd. You were hoping to find Poe or even the mystery man. You stopped at the refreshments table to get a glass of champagne. As you turned, you spotted the man again. He was talking with a few other men, but the second he felt your stare he looked up at you and met your eyes. You were tempted to make your way over towards him but stopped as two other debutantes joined you at the table. Both girls were beautiful. The one closest to the table had short auburn hair with deep brown eyes. She was wearing an emerald green dress accented by silver beads. The woman next to her had hair that was a bit longer than the other's, but it was a lovely chocolate color. Her eyes were blue, just like the dress she had on.

"Lizzie, honestly. No King is going to be joining the ton this year." The woman in the blue dress states as she grabs a glass of champagne for herself.

"No I'm serious, he's here! Look, he's right there!" Who you now know as Lizzie says and points wildly across the room. You follow her finger and find she is spotted at the mysterious man you've been exchanging glances with. You had to be mistaken. Maybe she was pointing at one of the other men in the group.

You look back to the pair and step closer to them.

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to intrude on your conversation. But I couldn't help but overhear you say a King is in attendance?"

The women both turn their attention to you and prepare to make an introduction. The woman in the emerald dress speaks up first.

"Yeah, sorry! My name is Elizabeth, but you can just call me Lizzie. This is Julia."

"Lizzie here thinks that a King from another country has joined the ton this season. I think she's delusional."

You laugh at Julia's comment and introduce yourself.

"Julia, I'm not kidding! My mother told me all about it after the last ball. He was seen talking to

Charlotte. I guess the interaction didn't go so well."

You decide to join in, hoping to get more information.

"Which one did you say is the King?"

Lizzie once again points in the direction of the raven haired man, who is still in conversation.

"That man there, the dark haired one. My mother says he's king of Chandrila. A really broody one."

Julia pipes in, staring at the man along with you both.

"Well, he is handsome. Tall and broad. How do you know he's broody, Lizzie?"

"Oh, he's drop dead gorgeous for sure! But my mother knows some of the lads that served in his army. Said he was brutal."

You let those words sink in for a second before you speak up.

"Well shouldn't you be brutal in battle? I mean especially if you're commanding an army."

"Oh yeah of course. But this wasn't just on the battle grounds. This was to his servants and townspeople as well. Said he would have a big outburst and break things, scream at people, all of that. Seems like a case of another horrid man blessed with good looks. Feel real bad for the one who ends up with him."

You and Julia nod along to her remarks. The two women go on gossiping about others in the ton. You pretend to follow along. But you continue to go over Lizzie's words in your head. Has a king from some other country really come and joined your ton? If so, what was the reasoning? Was he really some dangerous man? It sounded as though he was. It seemed as though you had caught his attention as well.

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Kylo's POV

Arriving late was not something Kylo was fond of. He hated doing so. But being so far from home meant letters and packages took a bit longer to arrive to him. This resulted in his duties not getting done in the timely manner he was used to. All of this made him late to the banquet. He knew this would come to bite him in the ass.

Kylo had full intentions of going, introducing himself to you, and asking you to dance tonight. But with how late he arrived he wasn't even sure a dance would still be open for him. Or if you'd even still be here.

Kylo scanned the crowd, hoping to spot you amongst all the women in frivolous dresses. With no luck, he turned his attention to the dance floor. There, he spotted you with the ginger haired man from the ball. It was easy to see your distaste for him. It was written all over his face. It took everything in him to stay in place and not remove you from the man's arms. No true gentleman should make a lady that uncomfortable.

Just as he was about to move on and find a drink, you looked up. Kylo felt as if his heart had leapt into his throat and then dropped to his toes. Your gaze was enough to hold him in place. Each spin, twirl, or dip he stayed right there to meet your eyes again. Each time he got that same feeling. He couldn't put a name to it, but he knew for certain he'd never felt anything like it before. He needed to get out of there. The feeling was beginning to get overwhelming. Kylo quickly made his way towards the drink table, grabbing a glass and walking off to a quieter part of the room.

Though of course it didn't stay that way for long. Just as he was catching his breath, two gentlemen came up to him and began conversation. He didn't want to seem rude, but fuck could a man get a moment of peace?

He listens to the men talk about their respective territories and such, including his input every now and then. Suddenly, he felt as though someone was watching him. He looked up to find you staring at him from the refreshments table he had just been at. It felt as though he was just missing you. You turned your attention to the two women who had joined you. Kylo looked down at his glass, half listening to the men in front of him. He was determined to meet you by the end of the night.

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Many had left already. A few couples stood around chatting while their chaperones watched. Kylo continued to scan the room, hoping he hadn't missed you.

He walks out into the main hall near the doors to the estate. There, he spots you standing off to the side while an older man, whom he assumes is your father, talks with the ginger haired man he'd seen you dancing with earlier. He stands and admires you for a moment. You quietly gaze at the chandeliers and art work that graces the walls, content with just being there.

Kylo walks up to you silently hoping not to scare you from your trance. He comes to stand a few feet from you. Now that he is up close, he can really take in your beauty.

He had very limited experience with women, but he understood beauty. He thinks back to the deer in the forest from when he was a child. It was so naturally beautiful standing in the tall grass. It's antler's seemingly reaching the sky, showing off the deer's strength. He remembers how beautiful he found the animal, how intrigued he was by it. Even up until the end, he wanted to protect it. As he looked upon you, he was reminded of that deer. Beautiful, strong, and something he wanted to protect.

You finally felt his gaze and turned to look at him. Your eyes widened in surprise. Kylo thought for certain he saw fear flash before your eyes before you quickly hid it behind a polite smile. He quickly snaps out of his thoughts. Kylo clears his throat and tries to provide a smile back.

"Hello miss, I wanted to finally introduce myself. I am Kylo Ren, King of Chandrila."

You stand there staring at him for a moment. He's scared he's upset you in some way. Or even scared you off with his title.

"Hello, your majesty. It is an honor to meet you. I am Miss Y/F/N, the daughter to the Duke of Selonia."

Kylo can't help the small smile that begins to form as he hears your name leave your lips. He knows instantly that it will be a name that plays on loop in his mind for days to come.

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There we have it! They've finally met. About damn time am I right? Any guesses on what's coming next?

Also wanted to add that I will be going on vacation for two week starting Saturday. So I will do my best to update in-between then. But I can't guarantee anything.

Love,

Allie