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cursedcola · 11 months

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Prompt: "Will You Marry Me?" - Proposal Headcannons Characters: Everyone :) Part(s): Heartslabyul, Savanaclaw, Octavinelle, Scarabia(Here!), Pomefiore, Ignihyde, Diasomnia(Pt.1)(Pt.2) Fandom: Twisted Wonderland Warning(s): None. I mean, unless you don't want to marry any of them. Just don't read if that's the case. Note: There may be some comma splicing here and there. Sometimes doing bullet works is more difficult than full fics smh.

Kalim is a dreamer. His mind is full of visions of the past, present, and the future. Why else do we make memories, if not to reflect on them and imagine what is to come?

This is his outlook on life. He doesn't give energy to worries or threats. He physically can't, or else he'd likely fall into an endless abyss of self-doubt. Kalim has no space in his heart for such things.

His happy-go-lucky attitude combined with this free spirit results in a loose lip. He is constantly ranting and raving about his future by your side. Which is lovely, but his over-zealous behavior can cause others not to take him seriously.

Exhibit A: Kalim proposing. Now, is this Kalim *actually* planning to propose, or is it just him beginning his weekly rant about how cute he thinks your kids will look?

Kalim's heart is an open book. He doesn't care about other people's opinions. He loves you, so he's going to say it. Every. Single. Day.

Can you blame his siblings for not believing him? For his parents not taking him seriously? He comes home one random day and spouting a tangent to begin preparing for an engagement party which just sounds like common Kailm behavior.

Not even Jamil believes him. Not after countless years of hearing Kalim's lovesick Jargen. He just groans in exhaustion and signals for everyone to ignore it.

Sweet sunshine doesn't realize that he is being overlooked until he whips out a ring to ask his mother's opinion on it, and suddenly the room is drop dead silent.

Then uproar. All his siblings are crowding around to share his excitement and it's like the room's aura made a complete change. Kalim thrives in the attention and all the well wishes.

He hopes they'll be just as happy once you say yes! If not more!

.....cue Jamil's groan. Again. This time in frustration.

They should have know. Of course he would do all this before asking.

Bless you for your patience. With his parents' blessing, Kalim once again gets wrapped up in his excitement and runs off to visit you.

Moving on. This...overzealous...behavior Kalim exhibits does not only apply to his family and friends.

My dear, he has proposed many times to you in casual conversation. Dreaming of a big wedding with a feast to serve hundreds. He displays tooth-rotting infatuation to you on a daily basis.

Kalim sends flowers and fruit baskets to your home weekly. He cherishes you like you've been dating for months, not years. The man is stuck in the puppy love stage but for him it isn't a 'stage'. It's simply how he will always be. The spark has not dimmed. He still hums as he knocks on your door, bouncing on the balls of his feet, and shoves his shoes off with super speed to tackle you in a hug.

Get it?

This is why you are not taken aback by the rapid knocking on your door. Kalim stopping by on impulse just to see you is not rare. Although, he normally would send a plethora of texts while on his way.

Even so. You don't hesitate to dry your hands from cleaning dishes, and speed walk to the door. You can hear his shoes tap against the outdoor floor in anticipation, and swing the door open with a smile.

On the other side, is Kalim down on one knee with a hand aimed to knock again. When he sees you, the largest grin spreads on his face. You don't even get to question why he is on the ground-

"Marry Me!"

Used to his excitable greetings, you laugh heartily and throw the dishrag in your hand over your shoulder. "Mhm. Mhm. I missed you too," comes out between chuckles, as you turn around so he can let himself in. You miss the way his face falls and his lips purse, before he grabs your wrist and yanks. You twirl and stumble forward, catching yourself on the door frame, hunched over with your wrist still in his grasp.

Kalim is resolute, and you can't help but gawk as he pulls out a ring wrapped in a gold, silk handkerchief from his pocket

"Marry Me," he says again, this time more firm. His ruby hues lock with yours, and he looks both at and through you at the same time, "I love you. I want you. Only you,"

He says no more. There is a lifetime for flourishes, but right now Kalim only wants you to know what is in his heart.

When you don't back away, he slips the ring over your finger. His heart hammers in his chest in a mix of jubilation and happiness. Not a moment later you are in his arms, tackled to the ground in the doorway of your home. Kisses being peppered up your arms from your ring finger to your lips.

{A bright pink diamond sits amidst a sunburst cut, and is surrounded by other pure diamonds on a silver band. The biggest expression of wealth and devotion. This ring costs enough to make you feint, but is chosen with purpose. Many say Kalim is like the sun. Yet in his eyes, you are his sun. There is no comparison. Only fact. Pink diamonds symbolize love, creativity, and romance. You are his sun, with all his love residing at the core. Also, it’s just really shiny}

If mystery was embodied in a man, it would be Jamil. You never know what is going on in Jamil's mind. Sometimes he slips. Rarely. If you can fluster him enough or find him when he hasn't slept in days. Otherwise Jamil is a brick wall when it comes to his true emotions.

Especially when it comes to you. He has always been exceedingly careful. He is still careful. He takes no chances, but he loves your game. The way you can pick him apart, and how he always has to be one step ahead. It’s challenging. It’s exciting. It’s love.

You see how he holds back. That he reigns himself in. In the few years you have spent at his side, you've learned to read him in ways that other people cannot. There are times when you get to see him become overcome with passion. When he is dancing, or when he is broom racing with his dormmates. When he is cooking a new dish or haggling prices on shopping trips.

When he confessed his feelings. It was the greatest surprise since being transported to a new universe. You had no idea how he felt. Not an inkling. Had he not said anything….well, you may have gone your entire time at NRC believing your affections were unrequited. He had no tells. Permitted none for himself.

On one hand, his ability to dilute his emotions has created many opportunities for surprises. Getting to see those little moments of passion; being one. Each action of his has a meaning that only you understand. Every glance as you pass in the halls, the brush of his fingers against yours as you sit together to study, being allowed to braid his hair even if it’s just to “keep you quiet”, all his little quips and murmurs being whispered into your ear instead of under his breath.

On the other hand, there are still barriers. Some closed tightly and no matter how hard you search for a key - there isn’t one. It was broken a long time ago and only Jamil himself can remanufacture it. Sometimes his resilience makes it hard to tell what he is planning…which can be lonely.

In your final year at NRC, many things are uncertain. This place is all you have ever known in Twisted Wonderland. With it being taken away…you do not have a floor to stand on. On the other hand, Jamil looks fine, if not *eager*, to graduate. Neither of you addressed what would become of your relationship after graduating. Jamil had thought of it, no doubt. He thinks of everything. You had as well, but were afraid to ask. When it came to the future, Jamil was always so resolute. He knew his path in life and planned to continue carving it.

The question hanging in the air being if you’d be chiseling alongside him, or in a different direction. Unknown to you, Jamil had this problem solved long before you began to wonder - and he was one step ahead. As always.

A ring. Unassuming and in plain sight, sat on the rim of the windowsill above the kitchen sink. How did it get there? You do not know, but it caught your attention as you cleaned up from breakfast. The morning sun glistened against the band, and you carefully picked it up to twirl between your fingers.

An engagement ring, but whose?

“Well, are you going to put it on or just stare at it?”

You jump and nearly drop the ring in the kitchen sink. In the reflection of the window you see Jamil, leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed and his classic unamused deadpan. At your silence, he pushes off and comes to take the ring

“Last time I take advice from - ,” he grumbles and you miss the rest of it, too distracted with how he plucks the ring from your grasp, and holds your hand more gently than you ever thought he could. He stares down at it, content, and surprised you yet again with his tender touch“hmm…it fits. Good”

It slips on your finger smoothly, and he lifts your hand to wave in your face. This time, an unspoken communication passes between you. A promise that you are going to have a lifetime to pick apart those little mannerisms of his - and that he wants you to. He loves this game of secrets just as much as you do.

“Be my spouse. Go where I go, and we’ll be fine. Together….I can’t handle if you’re not near. I’ll lose my hair, do you want that? Want me to go bald?…come with me. You are the one happiness that I refuse to sacrifice,”

{ Rose gold with a floral cut and black gemstone accents. Jamil’s ring is small, unassuming, yet the closer you look the lore detail you will see carved into the gold band. You will note the little gems, upholding the core. Some pure as the ring’s heart and others a sharp contrast - drawing attention to the center. Jamil’s ring is somehow both modest and bold at the same time. A reflection of the giver}

#twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst scenarios #twst imagines #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland scenarios #twst #kalim al' asim x reader #twst kalim #twst kalim al' asim #twst jamil #jamil viper x reader #twst jamil viper #twst scarabia #proposal series

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achelouise · 24 days

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Lies, mysteries, and tricks

Fandom: Honkai Starail

Pairing: Sunday/Gen!reader, MENTIONED Gallagher/reader

Warnings: Spoilers for 2.1! Very toxic, from both sides, I think? Maybe OOC Sunday.

Summary: You learn about Robin's death, and rush to console Sunday. He isn't the thing you should be worrying about, though.

A/N: It's been a while! Came back to write this, because I couldn't stop thinking about this idea. It's rushed, and it's not really well-written, and it's short. Please forgive me~ (I am obsessed with Gallagher rn, so if anyone has any ideas I would love to hear and write about them :D (I still don't know how to properly use tumblr btw))

“Sunday? Are you in there?”

No answer. You drum your fingers against your sides nervously.

“Sunday, can we talk? Please?”

Still no answer. Your heart beats widely in your chest.

You ignore your thunderous heart as you slowly push the doors of the mansion open. The creaking doors echo and bounce along the empty halls, revealing a giant room, devoid of any light. A luxurious bed, dorned with lights and gems and painted with beautiful colors, is tucked away at the very side of the room. Sunday’s bedroom.

The factions had established that, other than the man himself, Sunday’s blood-related family, along with his spouse, would have access to it. Sunday himself had no permission to grant access to anyone, so you are surprised when the bellhop simply glanced at you and let you in without protest.

You could only guess it was because you two were close friends, and they were used to seeing you enter the Pavilion as children. Still, to enter his bedroom must be a breach in security…

But he wasn’t in any other room you could find. Time was slipping, lives were being lost, and you needed to find him. Fast.

You’re not exactly in the know. Most things you know, only Gallagher has told you. But you know full well that Sunday needs support.

“Sunday, please. I know I haven’t visited in… a while. I know what happened, and I’m sorry. Let’s work this out together. Don’t run away. Please?”

Only your echoes answer.

You were rambling to yourself at this point, desperation climbing further and further up to your chest. You have seen what Sunday does when he loses those he loves- and you want to help him. You don’t ever want to see him like that again. Never again.

You glance at the papers scattered on his desk. Maybe they have some information on where he went. He likes to rant in diaries.

You close your eyes, and pray to whatever Aeon you follow.

Forgive my sins for ever trespassing privacy to this extent.

You don’t exactly have a clear mind when you start to rummage through the papers that endured wear and tear. You start to read some.

How could she do this?

It’s fine. It’s fine. Itsfineitsfineitsfineitsfineitsfine

Robin. Dear Aeons, Robin.

When I find the traitor I will make them pay in blo o d

Please don’t leave me please

Please please please please pleasepleas e

Your stomach drops. Poor Sunday.

Something else catches your eye, though. A soft reflection of a photo, pinned at the corner of the widespread desk. You lean over to take a good look at it.

You bite your lip so hard it nearly breaks skin. But even that dulls in comparison to the piles and piles of photos- all of them just you and Gallagher.

There are a wide range of those photos; from you two sitting across each other in the Dreamjolt Hostelry, to your hands linked together, faces flushed and smiles bright. All of them, with Gallagher’s face crossed out with glaring, red circles.

How dare he HOW DARE HE HOW DARE HE

HE DID IT HE KILLED HER HE TOOK HER I WILL MAKE HIM PAY

The words are jagged and rough, as if he had barely managed to carve it out with his bare hands. It is a gigantic contrast to the sweet and elegant cursives he writes in his letters to you. It almost made you believe it wasn’t even Sunday who wrote this.

But you’re not stupid. You swallow the bile down your throat as your stomach churns with heightened fear and uncertainty. Sunday is a clever man, which makes him infinitely more dangerous.

Admittedly, he is far more unhinged than the public understands. You’ve never had a problem with it- only crazy can recognize crazy, and that was probably how he uncovered the plan of that gambler.

This doesn’t work in your favor, though. You don’t want to know what it means when he directs this insanity towards you.

You turn to leave.

“Ah, you found me.”

A hand shoots out to grip your arm, and you have no time to react. Shock, as quick as it comes, is slow to settle down. You try to scream.

“Oh Triple-Faced Soul, please seal this traitor's tongue and palms with a hot iron, so that the traitor will not be able to fabricate lies and make false vows.”

No.

Your whole body goes cold. You feel it- the soft waves of Harmony pulsing in your head, trapping your tongue and seeing through your eyes. You had seen its effect- seen how it slaughters and breaks those who disobey. But to receive this kind of treatment yourself…

You finally process the dangerous situation you’re in, and wrench free from his grasp. You regain your stance as you stumble backwards, a question on the tip of your tongue. “Why?”

Sunday looks… off. His clothes are askew, his eyebags more apparent without the illusion of Harmony, and a smile, out of place and out of his mind. He chuckles, far too gentle, so much so that it sends shivers down your spine.

“You know how this goes, don’t you?” he coos, berating and condescending. “Answer my questions truthfully, or suffer the rejection of the Harmony.”

“Why would I ever lie to you?” you ask, “What is there even to ask?”

His eye twitches. His voice drops an octave, laced with poison and jealousy. “You know perfectly well what I mean.”

He breathes in, regaining his footing as the questions begin. “Are you interested in Gallagher? Is he interested in you?”

You think of him. A few hours ago, he insisted he came along to find Sunday with you. You’re starting to regret that decision. “Yes- and, I… I think so.”

Sunday tsks. “Do you know what he is? What it is?”

You cross your arms. “No. He is not human, but I am not exactly a young damsel in distress myself.”

“Do you not understand? That that man is nothing but a memetic entity, with thousands of truths woven together as a lie? Do you not know that the man you hold hands with killed Robin in cold blood? Why would you want to be with a foul beast like him?”

You are taken aback at the venom in Sunday’s tone. He isn’t even hiding it anymore. His breathing is ragged, and his eyes are blown wide.

“I… didn’t.” you admit, far too overwhelmed by his genuine frustration to confirm the validity in his claims.

Sunday suddenly withdrawals, as if sensing he has taken you off guard. He draws himself to his full height, casting a shadow with the light outside in the halls. The pulses in your head die out, as if they were never there.

“You are being tricked, dearest. He is not the man you think he is. He is a monster, a murderer, that serves under a shameful stain. Join me, in the pursuit of the Watchmaker. We can make all of them pay in blood.”

He rants, and you feel your heart sink. He is unstable because of this recent loss, but he has clearly not lost his mind. There is still rhyme and reason to what he does.

“My past? Hah, let’s not get into that just yet. I’ll tell you- someday.”

You glance down at the hand he offers you. His gaze is tender, but far too fragile. His lips are quivering, a silent plea.

You want to reject him. You want to scream at him, punch him, and run away, as far as possible. Gallagher had promised he would explain himself one day, and you had not mentally prepared yourself to know.

But given the unstable state he was in, it is unwise to simply respond with violence.

You reach out for his hand- only for a blade, dark and violet laced with gold, piercing from his stomach. Blue liquid pours from his gut, and this time, you truly do scream.

You don’t hear anything. The withdrawal of the blade is defeated by the look of despair and shock in Sunday’s eyes. He reaches for your hand, in a blind desperation- only to dissipate at the softest graze into a sea of bubbles.

Your heart thunders in your ribcage. A silent dread washes over you, and you hear your breaths grow shorter.

A lighter goes out.

Strong, warm arms envelop you.

A voice, low and gruff, tells you that it’s going to be okay. The voice hovers over your ear, gentle and sweet, almost fabricated to ghost over your ear in a way you can’t refuse. You don’t respond, though, as you feel a sharp cut to your neck, and you’re out like a light.

#honkai star rail #hsr #hsr gallagher #hsr sunday #sunday x reader #sunday x you #gallagher x reader #gallagher x you #hsr gallagher x reader

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euphor1a · 2 years

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When you orgasm multiple times during sex

↬ fandom: bts

↬ pairing: members x f!reader

↬ genre: smut, established relationship.

↬ rating: 18+ (minors dni!)

↬ warnings: profanity, dom/sub undertones, daddy kink, rough sex, spanking, unprotected sex, oral (f!receiving), multiple orgasms (f!receiving), dirty talking, overstimulation, praising, pet names.

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˗ˏˋ꒰ 🌺 a/n ꒱ another repost from my old account! this was kinda secc of me ngl 😩;; enjoy friends 💞!

Namjoon

The sound of skin slapping against skin intensifies with each passing second, your heightened senses overwhelming you. Namjoon grabs a fistful of your hair, his nipples brushing against your back as he leans down to whisper in your ear, “Look at you, such a mess for daddy.”

You can only whimper in response, hands gripping on the bedsheets for dear life. He groans, pounding into your cunt relentlessly. You know that you can’t last any longer. You’re still highly sensitive from all those previous releases. As if to prove your thoughts, your pussy starts pulsating around his cock yet again, signalling an approaching orgasm.

“Are you close, baby? Hmm? Someone is really lewd today, coming all over daddy’s cock again and again.” Namjoon growls, reaching for your clit and rolling it in tight circles. You let out a choked moan as your thighs start shaking. And for the third time tonight, you feel your pussy clenching around his dick.

Seokjin

You writhe on the bed, moaning while Jin sucks on your clit. His fingers are buried deep inside your core, pumping you tirelessly. A sudden graze of his teeth on your clit causes the pleasure coil in your lower tummy to snap almost immediately, waves of ecstasy crashing down on you. “You’re a whole fucking meal, baby.” He laps at your cunt, making sure to swallow each drop of nectar you’ve offered to him.

After a while, Seokjin climbs up on your body to join your bodies together in a frenzy. You groan at the feeling of his cock stretching out your pussy so deliciously. Burying his face in the crook of your neck, he picks up speed, stimulating your g-spot with each thrust. Your nails dig into his shoulders for support, probably leaving marks that will be there for a while.

“Jin– I— I’m gonna–” You whimper, eyes tearing up as you get closer to your release. He takes the hint and changes the position of his hips to go even deeper, touching all those sensitive spots inside you. Within a few more minutes, you scream his name, your orgasm flooding your senses.

“Gosh.” Seokjin lets out a strangled grunt, his pace slowing down, “You feel so good, my love. So good.”

Yoongi

“More, please.” You mewl softly, bent over the kitchen island and shaking from your intense previous orgasm.

“Are you sure?” Yoongi gently runs his hand over the length of your spine. Even though you’re practically convulsing under him, you nod eagerly, whining out another ‘please’. With an approving growl, he slams his cock back into you, almost making you scream by the force. His grip on your ass tightens as he drives inside you roughly, his mouth finding it’s purchase on your neck.

You reach down to touch your aching clit. The sensitive nub is swollen by now, demanding attention. But he’s quick to notice your movement, swatting your hand away. His calloused digits replace your soft, smaller ones, immediately toying with your clit between his index and thumb. You cry out his name, hissing in pleasure as he fills you up all the way with his dick. The sloppy sounds of you two fucking bounce off the walls.

“So needy, and such a fucking brat.” Yoongi grunts, sucking on the juncture of your neck. A few more hard thrusts, and you find yourself spasming around his cock again, crying out in pleasure.

Hoseok

His strong arms push you up against the closed door even more, his cock buried deep in your cunt as he moves. Hoseok growls when he feels your inner walls squeezing him, his voice raspy. “Such a naughty girl, so desperate to come around my cock again, huh? Squeezing me like that?”

“Ahng— it’s... no–not my fault!” You hide your face in his shoulder, struggling to keep yourself together. How can you? When he’s screwing you so good?

He picks up his pace, his hips grinding against your clit. The friction has you screaming his name. His girthy cock is throbbing, sending shockwaves through your pussy.

A gasp escapes you, and you shudder when you feel your orgasm blazing in fiery trails all over you. “Fuck!” Hobi growls lowly, cradling you in his arms as his thrusts turn sloppy.

Jimin

You choke out a breathe, his pelvis snapping against your butt deliciously. Jimin rolls his hips to stimulate your g-spot, a whimper escaping you in pure ecstasy. His right hand covers your mouth in panic as his hot breathe fans over your neck, “No baby, don’t make sounds. You promised.”

You mumble incoherently, too distracted to keep such promises. Jimin groans when he feels you pushing back up against him. A rough spank lands on your ass, a muffled cry escaping you. He’s fucking you hard, and you swear that you can see stars in your vision.

“Does it feel good, hmm?” he murmurs, licking your earlobe briefly. Your head lolls back in pleasure, your toes curling as you squeeze his cock happily, inching towards another orgasm. Jimin lets out a heavy groan, pounding into your cunt and pushing you closer towards the edge. Soon enough, your body convulses under him, making him grunt, “You look so sexy when you come for me, Baby.”

Taehyung

“Come on sweetheart, ride me.” Taehyung whispers softly, trailing kisses along your jaw. You’ve barely recovered from his thick fingers absolutely ruining your cunt, but you oblige anyway. Because you need to feel his cock inside, right now.

You anchor yourself using his shoulders, slowly penetrating yourself on his large cock. Both of you moan simultaneously, pleasure building up rapidly as he helps you move. His hands are on your waist, holding you steadily as he leans down to suck on your collarbone. A gasp escapes you, face morphing in pleasure when Taehyung starts bouncing you on his length. He catches your lips in a hungry kiss, muffling the loud whimpers you are making.

Before long, you feel his left hand brushing against your clit. He rubs it in tight ‘8’s, the pleasure coil in your lower belly straining as he stimulates you just perfectly.

“You’re gonna come for me again, right, angel?” His growl is covered up by your loud moan, your cunt fluttering around his dick. “Such a good girl, always listening to me.” He drops a fleeting kiss on your forehead, rubbing your back in a soothing manner.

Jungkook

“Jungkook—” You whimper, looking at him through dazed eyes as he slides in and out of your pussy, his thrusts deep and hard.

“What is it babygirl? Tell me.” He kisses you hungrily, his big hands squeezing your breasts. You move your hips to match his pace, his cock brushing over your cervix with some of his thrusts.

“I’m gonna... gonna come again if you keep— doing t-this!” You moan brokenly, squeezing his dick with your gummy walls. Jungkook smirks at that, placing your legs over his shoulder and diving right back into your cunt with full force. He leans down to lick your left nipple, his pelvis grinding against your clit.

“Is that so? Feeling desperate tonight, aren’t we?” His husky voice sends a shiver down your spine. You close your eyes, moaning and whimpering as you feel yourself getting closer to yet another orgasm.

“Jungkook!” You scream, your cunt pulsating around his twitching cock. His pace falters ever so slightly, a ring of your cum forming around the base of his cock.

“Fuck!” Jungkook groans, sighing from the feeling of your warm, tight core wrapping him snugly. “Such a good girl, taking my cock so well and creaming all over it.”

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yanderelovlies · 1 year

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𝓘'𝓵𝓵 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓸𝓷 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴

Note: something cute and simple for you all

Fandom(s): SWWSDJ, and DMC

Character(s): Joseph, Sunny Day Jack, Dante Sparda, and V

Sunny Day Jack

Thought other people couldn't see or feel him like you could you still like to occasionally mention him to strangers you know you won't meet again.

For instance, tonight you and Jack had to decide to get takeout since you didn't feel like cooking after work, and pancakes didn't sound good.

So as soon as you got home you called up your favorite food place, and began to place the order.

"What do you want dear?"

"Oh, a simple burger and fries are fine sunshine."

You smiled and nodded "and my husband wants just a burger and fries please!"

Jack's head swung in your direction, and he just stared at you. Did you just call him your husband?

When you were done with your call Jack immediately was at your side his hand on your face as he gives you a very passionate kiss.

When you separated you could see the love and adoration in his eyes "I think I really like being called your husband sunshine."

Joseph

It wasn't a surprise to see you and Joseph out around town. Ever since he got his job he loves to take you places, and get you things he couldn't before. However this time you insisted on spoiling him.

It was weird for him at first, but eventually, it felt nice to be taken care of. What he didn't expect was when the two of you stopped at In and Out burger for lunch.

You had made your order to the man behind the counter. When the man turned to Joseph for his order you spike up.

"My husband wants the number three please!"

While you continued to talk to the cashier paying for the meal all Joseph could do was stare at you. Not only didn't you remember what he wanted, but you call him your husband??

His face turned red as he looked away trying to hide it. It wasn't until the two of you were sitting at the table does he takes your hand, his face still red, but a smile on his face.

"Thank you my lovely spouse for doing this for me." He kissed the top of your hand his eyes never leaving yours "I love you so much."

Dante Sparda

Being the son of Sparda meant there was always someone trying to pick a fight with Dante. This was no exception as one of the local churchgoers decided it was a great idea to rant and rave in front of the shop.

While they didn't dare step foot in the building their voices could still be heard making Dante let out a sigh. He was seriously getting tired of this.

You would think saving the city multiple times would give him more credit than his name. Finally he stood and made his way outside.

He opened his mouth to yell but he was interrupted by your voice.

"HEY! Don't you guys have any respect? Do know how many times my husband has saved you from demon hoards?!"

The crowd grew silent, but Dante's brain was going a million miles an hour. You called him YOUR husband. Dante felt giddy like kid.

So he practically bounced over to you as he threw his arm around you. From the corner of your eye, you could almost mistake him for his younger self by how excited he looked.

"Now get out of here my amazing spouse and I have some other business to attention to."

The two of you were lying in your room. The light from the silent TV was the only thing lighting the dark room. It has been hard for V to cope with the fact the was no longer Vergil. It got worse when Vergil was around.

"It's like seeing a ghost." That is how V describes it.

Today happened to be one of those days so after the mission he asked to come over which happily accepted. As soon as he came over the two of you immediately ended up cuddling on your bed his face on your chest as you run your fingers through his hair.

You kissed the top of his head as you began to whisper sweet nothings to him. This is what V has been missing out on his whole life.

"My sweet husband. Always working so hard."

V's breath caught in his throat. Your....husband? Did you truly love him that much? He looks up at you with the biggest puppy dog eyes you have seen.

"Husband...?"

You smiled at him "Yeah one day I would like to make that true. If that's what you want too that is."

He stared at you a little longer before he smiled back at you "I would like nothing more my darling spouse."

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 1 year

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Wait you have Lilia listed as one of the interact-able family members. Do you intend to have Lilia show up as Silver’s father in disguise like wearing a mustache or perhaps being in a different form? I’ve seen people say something about a “true form”, but so far in-game (english server and im stuck at the sectors of book 6) I haven’t seen anything that suggests Lilia has altered his form to blend in? May I ask how you plan to do Silver’s father requests?

[Referencing this blog event!]

I believe "true form” Lilia is a popular fandom headcanon. It’s not explicitly said that he has a different form, it’s something fans have speculated about due to various lines dropped by Diasomnia (ie Malleus says in one of his chats that Lilia is in a history book yet no one recognizes him but Malleus, Sebek and Silver imply during one of the Halloween events that back in the Briar Valley Lilia was most terrifying for the holiday, etc). Some fans also think that Lilia has purposefully changed his appearance to “fit in” better as a high school student while at NRC, and/or due to a plot point brought up in episode 7 (no spoilers though).

Rather than outright say how I'm going to present Lilia for NRC Family Day, I think it'd be more fun to explain via creative writing ^^ so enjoy the pre-Family Day preparations in Diasomnia~

Family means Nobody is Left Behind or Forgotten.

Silver leaned against the door frame, his sight set on the cluttered bedroom of his vice dorm leader. Tonight, it was even messier than usual, with outfits, accessories, and bottles of nail polish strewn on the desk and floor. Instruments and antiques were knocked over, drawers and chests open and their contents splayed out. It looked as though a storm had torn through the area--but no, this was the calm before the storm.

Lilia practically had the entire upper half of his body shoved deep into the abyss that was his closet, fishing around with his hands to retrieve more lost treasures from within. He popped out with two hangers, one bearing a sharp suit and the other, a neon graphic T-shirt.

"What do you think, Silver? Do you prefer the formal look, or do you think casual wear will do?" Lilia's deep ruby eyes were absolutely effervescent, gleaming like starlight. "Or perhaps I could dust off the old battle armor for this occasion!”

Silver gathered his courage and started. "Father—”

“No, you’re right. It may be too much cuteness for their poor little hearts to take!” He set down both sets of clothing on his bed and paused. “Do you think security will at least let me bring in my cleaver? It could make for a good icebreaker with the other parents."

“I don’t think so. But more importantly, father—”

“Ah, how disappointing. There’s no help for it, I suppose.

"I know!” Lilia suddenly brought a fist down into an open palm. His teeth peeked out from behind his growing smile. “I could bake a little something to pass out to the others in attendance.”

He bounced over to Silver, clasping his hands in his own. The aura radiating from Lilia was like that of a coiled spring, packed with energy waiting to be let loose. “I'm so excited for Family Day, aren't you? There’s still so much left to do.”

Silver’s voice came firm, the strike of a blade against a shield.

“Father.”

“… Oh dear.” Lilia frowned, peering up into his son’s face. “Have I said something to upset you?”

Regret set in. Silver let the fierceness in his gaze fade. “No, not at all. I’m happy to see you so eager.”

“Then whatever is the matter?” Lilia playfully nudged him on the arm. “Come, you can confide in your old man.”

“I would like nothing more than for you to be at my side for Family Day. It’s just…” A hesitation. “It will be difficult for you to pass as my father without the other students also recognizing you as their classmate. That may put you in a compromising position—and I don't wish to trouble you for my own sake.

Before Lilia could respond, a thunderous shout cut in. A young man, broad-shouldered and hulking, muscled into the doorway.

"WHAT'S THIS NOW?!" Sebek bellowed. "I cannot believe you, Silver!! You have the gall to barr Lilia-sama from attending a school function?!"

"My, Sebek. How kind of you to join us," Lilia raised his brows in an exaggerated manner, "though I didn't take you for an eavesdropper."

The first year's expression fell. He sheepishly fumbled for the right words. "M-My sincerest apologies!! I was doing my usual round of evening patrols and happened to overhear... I-I could not help but cry out against such an injustice...!! I-It will not happen again, sir!!"

The ancient fae chuckled. "I kid. You're fine, Sebek. However, I believe that Silver is right to be concerned. It will make matters challenging to say the least if I have to play both the role of father and high school student.

"Even so, it is a guardian's job is to be there for his child. I shan't let another year pass where I sit on the sidelines twiddling my thumbs while Silver is left on his lonesome."

"Another year?" Sebek cast his fellow knight a curious look.

"You weren't enrolled at NRC yet, so you wouldn't know." Silver deadpanned, a sigh escaping him. "Father also insisted he would attend Family Day then. He attempted to sneak into the event while wearing a pair of gag glasses... and was promptly ejected from the premises. It was mistaken as an ill-mannered prank by staff and students alike."

"Why, the NERVE of them!! They should be honored that a decorated general and advisor to the queen would humble himself by attending their gathering!!"

"I don't think that was the issue."

"It won’t happen again. I must put together a cleverer disguise this time!" Lilia glanced at the items scattered around his room. "Hmm, maybe I should start by recoloring my hair to match Silver's. A trim may also be in order."

"Wh-What?! Grrr... What luck you have, Silver!! What I'd give to have a matching head of hair with Lilia-sama!!" Sebek clenched a fist to contain his frustration.

"Your family is also visiting Sage's Island for Family Day, aren't they?" Silver smiled softly, his tone reassuring. "You won't be left out of anything."

"Hnngh... That's exactly what I'm afraid of!!" Sebek cradled his head in his hands. "I'd be less inclined to protest were it only my mother and my grandfather in attendance, but I don't know how to act around that man!! Worse yet, when I think of that man making his presence known to the other humans...!!"

He shuddered, unable to complete his sentence.

Silver raised a brow. "... You mean your father?"

"STOP, DON'T SPEAK THE THOUGHT INTO EXISTENCE!!"

“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. He’s family.”

“WHO SAID I WAS EMBARRASSED?! I-I’M NOTHING OF THE SORT!! DON’T BE SO PRESUMPTUOUS, SILVER!!”

Lilia laughed, shaking his head. "Lighten up, boys! It'll be a fun time, you'll see. I'm looking forward to catching up with Baul and the others myself."

“Will you really be able to blend in so easily? You have a very distinctive appearance. It would be hard to change you into someone entirely new and then change you back before the next day.”

“Th-That’s right!!” Sebek quickly added relieved to change the topic. “Lilia-sama oozes charm from every pore in his body! It would take considerable effort to conceal his handsomeness!!”

“... I see. So that's what this is about."

A sudden chill descended upon the room. Even the green flames that lit up the space seemed to quiver and shrink in the oppressive cold.

"Malleus," Lilia said with ease.

"Lilia." Their liege nodded coolly as he slipped out of the darkness and into view. "Silver, Sebek. It seems I wasn't invited to this lively little discussion. Please, don't stop on my account. Continue."

The sarcasm of his words was tinged with the subtly bitter pang of jealousy. A half joke, and also a half truth.

The trio fell back and parted, granting space to him. Sebek looked positively mortified—the second time that night.

“Y-Young master!! We had no intention of leaving you out of… Th-This was completely impromptu!! I beg of you, please forgive this Sebek for his impudence!!!”

“Did we disturb your sleep, sir?” Silver asked. He was as steady and soft as a lullaby, a contrast to his partner.

Malleus raised a hand—a silent command to them to stand down, to be at ease. “I only sought to investigate the tumult coming from this area. Sound has a way of traveling in these halls, and it makes a fairy curious.”

“Don’t mind us, we’re all riled up for tomorrow. Scheming for it, you know.” Lilia beamed. “That reminds me! Maleficia herself will be in attendance this year. I made certain the message got to her. Can’t risk the invite getting lost in the mail again!

“It’s a once-in-a-blue-moon event—it’s not every day when the stars align and those stuffy advisors grant her leeway in her duties. You must be just as excited as we are.”

Malleus smiled with his eyes more than with his mouth. They shone with wonder and quiet reverence. “It will be a joy to host grandmother at Night Raven College.”

“It will be a most wonderful reunion!” Lilia agreed. “Oh, idea: what if I wore something dark and atmospheric in honor of the royal family? I know I have a spiked choker and boots lying somewhere around here…“

Malleus blinked. “Grandmother may appreciate that—but attire alone will not help you pass for Family Day to the others.”

“I’ve been trying to tell him that.”

Beside Silver, Sebek stubbornly harrumphed. “Lilia-sama shouldn’t have to conform to the expectations of mere humans!!”

“There’s still time to sort out a solution,” Lilia pointed out cheerfully. “Come hell or high water, I want to be there for my family.”

“Yes, your resolve is crystal clear. It would be a shame if you could not attend.”

Malleus ran a hand along an open drawer. It was filled with knick-knacks, from beaded jewelry to talismans. Tucked between a sizable glass orb and a carving of a gingerbread man was a furry tuft. “Pray tell, what did you wear for entry last time?”

“It was a pair of those gag glasses! It had a big nose and these fluffy fake eyebrows and mustache. Why do you ask?”

Malleus hooked a finger on the furry tuft and lifted. With it came a bulbous blob of rubber attached to thick frames.

“This?”

Malleus produced thick frames from the drawer. They were every bit as ridiculous off of a face as it was on one. Strange—the glasses seemed to glow an eerie green, but when Silver rubbed his eyes and looked again, they were normal.

“Exactly those!!” Lilia reached for the spectacles with a droll laugh. “Learned the hard way that they aren’t much use for covert operations. Still, I’ll always have a soft spot for these.”

“Who is to say that it will stay that way forever?”

“Huh?”

The trio stared at their prince. Malleus answered them with a mysterious smile.

“Who is to say,” he said with a mischievous flash of teeth, “that you cannot become whomsoever you desire?”

“Malleus… You didn’t…” Lilia squinted at the glasses. “Did you cast an enchantment on these just now?”

“The glow,” Silver realized. “I didn’t just daydream it.”

“Then that was…!”

“I wove a temporary illusion spell and cloaking magic into them. So long as you wear those glasses, you will appear as if like a dream in the eyes of those who look upon you. Your face, your hair—they’re altered, the details are scrambled and made challenging to pin down. In other words, you will not be recognized as ‘Lilia Vanrouge’.”

“OOOH!!” Sebek glowed with awe. “The young master has bestowed a blessing to you, Lilia-sama!! What an honor!!”

“Congratulations, father. That’s great news.”

“Malleus…” Lilia stopped, and tried again. “I don’t know what to say. Thank you, but are you sure it’s alright for you to hand me such a handy item?”

“It only lasts until the stroke of midnight tomorrow.” The warning was casual, yet not unkind. “Go to Family Day, Lilia. Enjoy yourself. Spend time with those you love most—”

Malleus was tackled halfway through his speech. The wind in him sailed out as small arms wrapped around him, then tugged Silver and Sebek close too.

“Silly thing, you’re one of them,” Lilia tutted. “All of you are. Where would I be without my family here in Diasomnia?”

#Diasomnia #Lilia Vanrouge #twisted wonderland #twst #Malleus Draconia #twst imagines #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland scenarios #twst scenarios #twst interactions #twisted wonderland interactions #question #notes from the writing raven #Silver #Sebek Zigvolt #NRC Family Day #Yes I made a Lilo and Stitch reference #disney twisted wonderland

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queers-gambit · 2 years

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One Sunrise at a Time

prompt: you have news for your husband.

pairing: Daemon Targaryen x female!reader

fandom masterlist: House of the Dragon

word count: 7.4k+

note: last in the series, my heart. got a thing for making 'bad boys' simps for their ladies - that's great shit right there. author has had too much coffee and can feel her heartbeat in her eyes.

warnings: cursing, mild angst, Daemon's a shitty husband and a dumb boy, but he's also a simp so super OC!Daemon, um, more baby-making smut, talk of difficult fertility journey, let's all run away from our problems.

previous: part five: Bright Light

Three years after your wedding night, and you still had not given your husband an heir; leaving a small divide between you both. You knew it stung at his pride that his seed will not take, and you grew worried that you were past your prime to bare children; where you both felt an obligation each month to couple, wait for results, and speak little.

By every God did it drive you insane. You wanted to be close to him, but Dameon busied himself while you took up post as 'Master of Whispers' for the King.

After 'the incident' that followed rumor of her virginity, he took your ear often to speak worries to you. And the young servants and orphans of the city passed word to you of their findings, dubbing them your Little Birds that like to tweet in your ear. You filtered what passed unto the King, wanting to take your Lord husband's ear, but was scarce in his appearance, and little did you get to his counsel.

However, you remained in Kings Landing for those three years, and you could tell it was wearing at Daemon's already limited patience. You passed time with Princess Rhaenyra, who you became quite close to in your time, and during court season, you still sponsored your step-sons; adamant on finding them suitable wives.

This season was going favorably, and Kase was courting Lord Stark's second daughter while Jamie was courting the young, but beautiful, (only) Lady Caldwell. You heard nothing from the Ladies Aline and Jocey, but you worried not for them, because Kase gave you every update possible. He liked taking afternoon teas with you, and you knew you'd miss him most.

"Mother!" Kase grinned, finding you in the gardens. "I've been looking everywhere for you!"

"Oh, whatever for, my dear boy?" you asked gently, knowing damn well what the lad wanted.

"Might you... Accompany me?"

"Where?"

"Into the city," he nodded with a growing grin, bouncing on his toes to swish his long, dark hair around his face. "I need to visit the jeweler."

"Hmm?"

"I'm going to propose," he grinned, making you giggle and clap your hands.

"Oh, my boy! This is so exciting!"

"Oh! Isn't it!" He beamed with you, taking your hands tightly in his. "And I need your help picking a ring, mother."

"Yeah?"

"Please?"

"Of course," you nodded, "just let me stop off at my chambers, I will get money for the ring."

"No, I've plenty - "

"No, no, you're going to let me pay, and we're not going to let expense be a barrier. Please, I will do the same for Jamie," you whined. "'S no fun being a Princess if I can't spoil you."

Kase nodded, "Let us go now, I want to be back by sunset."

"When are you doing it? When are you asking?"

"I'm asking her father for permission tonight, I want to show Lord Stark the ring first. You know, show I can provide for his beloved daughter," he explained, making you nod with understanding. His arm was then offered to you as escort, whisking you away to your chambers, and when you both burst through the door in a fit of giggles, he straightened up first.

Your eyes cut over to see Daemon idling by a table, the Grand Maester at his side. "Oh, right," you breathed, turning to Kase, "love, go to the foyer, I'll meet you there in a few moments."

"Are you sure?"

"I forgot, but this is a prior commitment," you smiled, giving his forearm a squeeze. "Go on, I'll be right there."

"I'll wait with the guards," he nodded with assurance, offering a nod to the Grand Maester. Then, "Prince Daemon," and he was bowing out of the room, closing it behind him.

You sighed gently, nearing the pair with your fingers twiddling nervously. "Is there any change?" You asked diplomatically to the Maester.

His old eyes shot between both you and your husband, "Well, I ran the tests, just as I usually do..."

"Is there any change?" You repeated firmly.

"No, Princess. Not this month, apparently..."

"Right," you nodded, waving him off, "then we are adjourned. Something is... Wrong with my womb," you hesitated to admit, feeling jarred by the notion as Daemon would not meet your eyes. So, you stared at the quivering Maester.

"Well, we could try other methods," the Grand Maester explained, making your throat bob. "I can bring a list of options later, or we can go over them now, if either of you are prepared to hear them?"

"No, later will be fine," you assured, sniffling after, and clearing your throat. "Thank you, Grand Maester, again... That will be all, thank you," You moved for the door, opening it with meaning; the old man glancing at your husband, who remained quiet, and did not look up from the table's top.

"My Prince," the Grand Maester nodded, shuffling out of the room, "Princess."

"Thank you," you whispered again, the door shutting firmly after. You did not look at Daemon as you moved for the safe you kept, drawing a velvet draw-string bag of Gold Dragons to your possession as Daemon remained stoically still.

"Where are you going with that?" He asked, eyeing you wearily.

"We agreed to pay for Kase and Jamie's engagement rings, did we not?" You asked gently.

"Right," he nodded. "Kase is ready then, is he?"

"He is."

"Right..."

You paused before deciding on changing your shoes, finally bucking up the courage to speak as you did so, "I'm sorry, you know."

"What for?"

"For being unable to give you a child," you admitted meekly, staring at the laces you did up tightly. "I did not - if I knew, I would not have - I would not have married you."

"No?"

"No," you answered definitively, tying off the laces of your boots before standing and settling your purse to your person. "I will understand if you do not wish to continue this marriage with me, as you were anticipating a healthy, functioning wife."

Your bitter, vile words marred your face as you hastened for the door, but his hands were like a stranger's grabbing your upper arm. You gasped lightly as you turned almost in shock, back against the door as he looked down at you with something akin to anger.

"Why do you speak such words?" He asked in High Valyrian.

"Because it's true, isn't it?"

"You are deeply mistaken," he shook his head, "because nothing about your ability to bare me children has ever influenced my want to marry you."

"That is laughable, for you fuck me like it's a chore, barely share my bed, only half-way look at me, and have been avoiding me like-like-like the plague, or something! As if I have Grey Scale!" You emotions tipped and tears filled your eyes, cascading past your waterline. "As if your mind is far from your body, and Gods only know where that is!"

"Sweetheart - "

"No, I needed you!" You sobbed. "I needed my husband, and it was like you couldn't even look at me! Be in a room with me! Share my bed - hold me in your arms! My God, Daemon, when was the last time you told me you loved me?"

His mouth opened before his brows furrowed, expression falling, "I fear I do not know."

"See?" You sniffled. "It's like I am not here, like we are not truly married, and my heart hurts, Daemon. I do not want this for us, so, if this is the grounds you use, being that I am barren, then use it, and cut us both free. I'm sorry. I really am, Daemon, please, I did not intend for this to happen. I did not know."

"Please, do not apologize to me, and let me offer my own," he shook his head, shame taking his features. "I have no excuse for myself - "

"Are you here now?" You begged.

"Yes," he swore.

"Then come with us to pick a ring, spend the day with me, please. I miss you so much, I am so fucking sad and by Gods, do I feel so alone."

"No, I am here now, pet," he promised. "I'm so sorry I was absent, but I'm here, I'm with you. I'm so sorry. Fuck, my dove, I'm sorry you feel alone."

"I'm sorry I'm not pregnant," you whispered, your hands moving to press to your empty womb; his hands laying over yours.

"No matter what is to pass, you are everything I need, and more. Everything I need, all I have ever wanted. Look at me, please," he asked quietly, forehead resting on yours as your eyes slowly rose - forcing them apart. "I have loved you everyday I've known you, and nothing will change that. No child will make me care more or less for you, because you're perfect for me, poppet."

"I don't want to be alone..."

"We will never be alone," he promised, kissing your forehead. "The Grand Maester will bring us options..."

"I want to give you a natural child," you whimpered.

"The Gods will decide, but for now... I could stand taking my duties as husband a little more seriously. You have felt unloved and I took vows to never let you go a day like that - I will resolve this."

You nodded, lifting your hands to pet over his chest, "Please just stay with me today. I feel like a fucking failure - not only as a wife, but as a woman."

"You are fare from a failure," he swore, switching back to the Common Tongue to prove how serious his words were.

"Then why can I not give you a child?"

"Because the Gods have not deemed it so," he sighed. "I am disappointed, yes, but nothing makes me love you less. I'm sorry I've neglected you."

"Be with me now, maybe buy me something pretty, and all is forgiven."

"Deal," he agreed with a small chuckle, sliding his hand over your cheek. "I love you. Fuck, dove, I love you so much."

You nodded, tears still falling, "I love you, too. So much so, Daemon, that being away from you hurts. As annoying and pathetic as that might be."

"Hey, no," he hushed you gently. "Never again will you know that pain for I will not be the cause of it any longer," he promised, pressing a searing-hot kiss to your salty wet lips. "Now, when is Jamie proposing?"

"I don't know yet, we're worrying about Kase today," you nodded, nuzzling your nose to his.

So lead to Daemon preparing for your day, lacing your fingers together as he escorted you to the foyer. Kase was waiting patiently, smirking when he saw the pair of you approach, "Ha! I knew it."

"What?"

"That he would be joining us," Kase grinned now. "Everything's good now?"

"Yes, we are resolved," you assured. "And we're dedicated to finding you a ring, so, shall we?"

He sighed, "She deserves something pretty. You know?"

"Pretty is a great start," you smirked, Daemon's hand tightening. "It's what Daemon's going for today, too."

"Yeah? You're in the market?" Kase wondered.

"For anything my wife wants," Daemon nodded, leading the way out of the Red Keep. "She's been without something new for far too long."

"I want to be able to do that," Kase sighed. "Like, my wife's sad? I can just up and buy her a new ring, or necklace, or whatever, and she's okay."

"In all honesty, I'd be happy with flowers from the gardens," you chuckled, "but my husband is dramatic, Kase, and likes to spend money."

"Only on you," he assured, tugging you in closer. "So, Kase, any idea where to start?"

"Something shiny?"

"Oh, he's helpless," your husband teased, to the enjoyment of your step-son.

"So, tell me," Kase muttered when you finally stepped off castle grounds - half a dozen Gold Cloaks at your flank, "what news did the Maester bring?"

"I am not pregnant," you admitted with indignation, trying to remain passive - as if this whole situation didn't cause your skin to crawl.

"Yet," Daemon tacked on with encouragement, "because in truth, lad," he told Kase, "I have not been as diligent in my duties as a husband as I should be."

"Meaning?"

"We don't fuck nearly enough - but that is set to change," he eased with a smirk; you hand smacking his stomach playfully.

"Well, you actually don't spend any time with me," you pointed out, feeling silly admitting it aloud. "Might we... I don't know, move along to another subject? How are matters with the Lady Stark, Kase?"

"Well, Jamie and I spoke of it, and if the Ladies agreed to it, have a duel wedding here with you before we return home. My Lady's father gifted her a small stead near Winterfell... I think we might move there after the ceremony."

"And Jamie?"

"Would still be Lord, only, married, and no longer in the capital," Kase paused to consider, "with very little reason to return to this city."

Pointing that out seemed to set you off some, though you did not let it show. The idea was that both lads were to marry this season, and Daemon was antsy to escape Kings Landing for across the Narrow Sea seemed like a terribly convenient coincidence. Daemon's been more than gracious to let you linger as you did, but now that the truth was tangibly verbalized about your boys leaving and not returning, Gods, did it sting!

Daemon and Kase asked one another a few questions back and forth in further effort to know one another, your feet and lower back starting to ache. Perhaps you were to start your cycle soon...

Time through the city drug only because it was evident Kase was 'forcing' time between you and your husband by going the long routes through market stalls. By the time you arrived at the jewelers, all 6 Gold Cloaks were holding items bought because you had so simply as 'gazed fondly at it.'

And he was even worse in the jeweler, though you talked him down to only one item - be it a ring, or heavy necklace, so solid gem broach... With reluctance, Dameon agreed, and the pair of you focused on helping Kase make his decisions. Your husband advised he simply go with whatever spoke to his heart, but it was evident the lad was becoming overwhelmed.

So, you stepped up, and together, pieced together what he thought would be suitable for his bride-to-be. Daemon watched with a smirk, gazing over other options for anything he found intriguing for you, but paused when Kase exclaimed, "AH-HA! YES!"

"Kase!" You scolded.

"Sorry, sorry," he winced, looking from you, to the jeweler, then to Daemon, "sorry. I just... I think I found the one!"

"Let's see it, lad," Daemon nodded, clasping the young Lord's shoulder and looking at what he held. "Befitting for a young woman so beautiful as your bride. It will do nicely - yes, we'll take it," he assured the salesman.

"Gems are imported from Qaarth."

"Where before?" You wondered.

"No idea," the man admitted. "But it's real nice, yeah?"

"It is, please, set it aside for us," you nodded to the man, then pointed to a pretty, solid gold necklace that held a plaque that looked as if it could be carved into. "And might I see that, please?"

"Course," the man mumbled, and the necklace was produced for your hands to examine.

"If I gave you script, could you engrave this for me?"

"Anything you'd like, Princess," he nodded in agreement.

"I'll send the instructions with a lad later," you smiled. "We'd like those two items - might we settle the debt now?"

"If you'd like, of course."

"I'd like to, yes," you nodded from the salesman to your Lord husband. "Daemon? Love?"

"Right," he sighed, pulling the money pouch from his belt after fearing that if you carried it, it would encourage violence against you. "What's the number then?"

As the two talked price, Kase was beaming as he examined his ring choice - glancing at you, and making you prompt, "She'll be blown away."

"Yeah?"

"Mhm," you assured. "It's a beautiful selection, she's going to just die when she sees it. And her father will not think you lowly, but capable of providing for his daughter."

"But what if... What if I can't?" Kase mumbled, turning to you. "What if I screw up so bad, it can't be fixed, and she leaves me - or whatever have you!? I fear I am only a second son and hold no land or titles, but that my brother does, and so long as he draws breath, I have nothing..."

"Kase..."

"No, no, just that I want to be with the Lady Stark - even on her homestead, if it means being away from you all... But what if I ruin it?"

"You won't," you spoke with assurance.

"So quick to - "

"I know you, Kase, get out of your head," you advised as Daemon paid that debt owed. Kase sighed and thanked the jeweler, following Daemon from the shop, after you.

The entire walk back through town, Kase worried he wasn't good enough for Lady Stark - and Daemon was far too amused when the boy asked him for help. Daemon's solution? To take the lad to a tavern, but you weren't sure.

"C'mon, Mum, it'll cap off a great day," Kase encouraged. "And we can get drunk! It's a win-win!"

You chuckled, "You're aware of what we've on our person?"

"Yes, yes, but no one would dare cross the Prince of the City!"

Heaving a sigh, you glanced around to the Gold Cloaks. "Can we trust you to bring this all back to our chamber and lock the door?" You asked them, handing over the engagement ring but Kase lunged for it.

"Wait!"

"Oh, hell no," you snapped, taking the ring and pointing a warning finger, "I've been to enough taverns in my life to watch men gamble away whatever be in their pockets - and I will not jeopardize this ring! It's going to our room to be locked up, hmm?"

"Well," he looked nervous.

"I trust these men," Daemon nodded, "and if they choose to steal from us, or to vary from whatever my wife asks, they know the extent to which I will take to punish them."

"Oh, Daemon," you swatted at him, "you do not need to threaten everyone!"

"How would they know I'm serious?"

You sighed, handing the ring over. "Please?"

"Of course, Princess," one of the guardsman assured. "You've a key?"

"Yes, you can lock it, I've a way in for us," you smiled lightly, nodding as they took their leave. "Are we sure?" You asked Kase and Daemon.

"About the tavern? Yes - c'mon," Kase groaned, tugging you forward as Daemon quickly swooped in behind you. The tavern was relatively lively for the middle of the afternoon, but you were not one to offer judgement as Daemon was greeted calmly, happily...

Like you would a friend.

Your hand found his quickly out of nervousness, lacing together as Kase went for the bar to open a tab and Daemon secured a table by shooing off the residents of the back corner booth.

"Look here, position is everything," he mumbled, guiding you into a seat with him beside you; stuck like glue, "and from here we've the advantage."

"Should we even be here?"

"We're all right," he assured softly. "But if you are uncomfortable, my dove, we will leave."

"No," you sighed, peering around him to the bar, spying Kase talking with animation to the bartender, "he looks excited. But do you frequent this bar?"

"I do," he nodded. "'S why I brought us here, the security is under my payment right now... But I wanted to talk to you about something."

"What would that be?"

His fingers gently pinched your chin, sighing almost sadly, "How would you feel about leaving Westeros?"

"Not just Kings Landing?"

He nodded, "I'd take us across the Narrow Sea."

"Oh," you breathed, nodding slowly. "Well, that's something... When do you want to leave?"

"After the lads are married, so, the end of the season?"

You worried slightly, "Is that enough time?"

"We've three months, dove," he nodded, petting down your cheek, "and in truth, we've no more attachments here... Let us leave," he breathed against your lips, puckering his to kiss you. "Let us be done, we'll get away from the city."

"See the world?" You smirked some.

"I'll take you wherever you want to go," he nodded. "Maybe getting away from the city will give us the stress-free environment we'll need to conceive a child."

"You think that's our issue?" You sighed, lacing your hand with his to lean your chin on his shoulder. His own head tilted to caress your forehead.

"Perhaps," he alluded, "but we still have to hear the Maester out."

"Right..."

"Come on, pet, there's hope still," he nodded, kissing your forehead. "And perhaps we see the world instead," he chuckled some, "I don't think I'd mind that. Traveling the world with you?"

"What if we have children?"

"Hey?"

"Wouldn't you want your children to have dragon eggs?"

He sighed, "We can talk logistics later, but yes, I would... It is their birth right," one of his arms was around your back, the other flattening his palm to your stomach. "The Gods will bless us one day."

"But no harm in practicing?" You teased, leaning up to peck his lips quickly. "I fear it's been too long since I've loved you properly, husband."

"Make that my burden," he shook his head, glancing up as his hips shifted when one of your hands laid on his thigh, "and I will make it up to you when we get back - ah!" He hissed when you boldly palmed his crotch before casually settling your arms at his hips when Kase returned to the table, carrying two jugs of ale and three cups stacked on his head. "Devilish woman," he mocked in your ear.

"Here, here!" Kase laughed, setting the jugs down as he dodged around to keep the cups on his head.

"Kase - good Gods!" You laughed, helping him.

"C'mon, we're here for a good time," he laughed in return.

"Are you drunk already?" Daemon perked a stoic brow, but you saw the mischief stretch across his face as a smirk.

"Yes," Kase nodded rapidly, pouring the ale for you all. "The lads at the bar were happy to hear of my impending engagement!"

"Oh, sweetheart," you chuckled lightly, giving Daemon's thigh a squeeze - making him jolt a bit - but Kase didn't notice because you asked, "sure they weren't hitting on you?"

"Really? On me?" He gaped, taking his seat finally, gulping his ale. "No, no, no, it was... No, it was harmless!"

"Mhm," you smirked.

"They were kindly!"

"Okay, okay!" You relented, "So, we are celebrating this afternoon. Is there something you want to talk about?"

"Yes," he slurred, "why won't her father give his permission?"

"Wait," you perked up, "did you already ask?"

"Mhm, weeks ago," he waved off between gulps of mind-numbing-ale. "But he said no, but let me continue to court her... So, I thought the ring would show I am the man for her!"

"Oh, wow," you nodded from under Daemon's arm now tossed around your shoulders, "well, that's, uh... Wow..."

"Lad, you've nothing to worry over," Daemon assured, "because there is no other for his daughter, hey? Obviously it is a love-match, and she is adamant on her end that he's not been able to force her to court others. He will not limit his daughter's happiness, yet I would argue you were smart in thinking the ring would help."

"You think it will?"

"Yes," Daemon nodded.

"Hmm," he considered, skulling his drink in full. Daemon chuckled in your ear, nuzzling into your neck, as if three years of slowly drifting apart hadn't been overcome in an afternoon at the jewelers. Your mind began to drift with ideas of how to get him back, and as Kase was enraptured with telling a story, you started to slowly palm Daemon's growing bulge. You felt his thighs tighten, but his throat bobbed to keep his cool - eyes set on Kase's overly animated storytelling movements.

"Dove," Daemon warned under his breath when you pulled the strings of his trousers loose.

"Sh," you cooed, sliding your fingers along his girth to reposition and give a few slow tugs with the table being the only cover between his bare cock and prying eyes.

His breathing shifted but he kept his cool, your hand needing to keep at an angle to protect his cock from the under belly of the table. Kase had shifted his attention half to those who would listen, Daemon's jaw steeling - hips sinking into the seat to keep from bucking. "Oh, fuck," he whispered, stifling a groan.

"Good boy," you purred, giving his shaft a squeeze as his tip leaked. "Always a good boy for me, hmm?"

"Yes," he panted, head bowed to yours again - and to anyone looking over, they would think twice about bothering you. "Just for you."

"Don't cum, save it for my cunt," you switched your tongue to High Valyrian. "Hold it, my Prince."

"Enough," he growled, literally smacking your hand away and instantly tucking himself back into his trousers. Nobody paid you any mind as he stood and gathered you from the booth, then hoisting Kase's arm over his shoulders. "Come on," he told you, "hold onto me."

Your hand latched onto his belt as he had full-hold of Kase. The tavern had grown in patron numbers, forcing a part in the crowd for you as you moved. On the street, Kase started singing, and Daemon kept a wobbly hold on him. When you return to the Keep, luckily, you didn't run into anyone important on your way to deposit the Lord in his chambers - you returning to your chambers, and finding the door locked and all the shopping left in the room.

Good, everything was where it should be.

You were sorting through the day's shopping when Daemon returned, who was then instantly on you with his mouth open to your neck; hands bunching up your skirts as his swollen cock was rutted into the round of your arse.

"Daemon," you gasped, hands bracing on the mattress of your bed as he finally gained access to your cunt, groaning in satisfaction when his fingers met your wet hole.

"I need this," he panted, yanking his cock free to run up and down your slick, and then push in. You both gasped in relief, your chest falling to the bed as his pressed to your back; humping into you as you let him take you as he wanted. "Wanted you in my mouth first but fuck - I couldn't wait."

"Harder, Daddy," you begged, clutching your sheets with desperation.

"Yeah, that's right, fucking beg for me," he encouraged, lifting off of your to piston his hips almost painfully. "Yes, my dove, fuck, take it all. Make me a Daddy, please, please, dove. Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck - "

"Fucking cum in me, please," you begged, "I need it - I need to be full."

"Keep talking."

"Let me make you a Daddy, please," you yelped, whining into the sheets before yelping when his hand slapped over your arse cheek. "Fuck me harder, please, I need it so bad!"

"Take it then," He barked, one foot up on the mattress for leverage, hands wrapped around your neck and into your hair. You whined wantonly as he grit his teeth and jack-hammered forward into you with desperation. "FUCK!"

He came with a shout, coming to a standstill as his balls emptied into you; leaving him to rut boyishly into you as his lungs stuttered for air. You were panting as well, letting one elbow hold you up as the other reached up to pet over his cheek. "Someone can't last like before, hey?"

"Oh, you wicked woman," he laughed lightly, breath fanning across the back of your neck before his face was nuzzling there. "Got me worked up in public - I'm surprised I lasted that long." You laughed in return, your legs shaking slightly. "On the bed, pet. I don't want you off it for the next few days."

"Daemon," you whined when he pulled out of you suddenly, legs giving way with a small whoop of surprise.

"I got you," he rushed, catching your body; arms tight around your waist to gently pull you up with him. "Easy," he smirked, "if you're feeling it now, you're in for a long weekend, my dove."

"Gods," you laughed, pulling yourself onto the mattress. "You know, we're going to have to talk..." He sighed when you turned to face him, his fists propping him up on either side of your hips. "Can't just hump our way through this."

"We can't?"

"Daemon."

"I know," he sighed, dropping his forehead to the crook of your neck. "But what is there to say? Besides I am sorry..."

"I fear that if we leave, you will become distracted. My love, we do not have allies outside the Capital City, and I could not bare your same behavior in strange lands."

He sighed, pausing to pull back and pull the rest of his clothes off; stepping out of his boots, too, before reaching for you. He focused on pulling your dress and boots off, almost weakly palming your bare breast before speaking, "I have not been a very good husband, and I know that now, and I cannot apologize enough. But I can try to rectify the situation, and to do that, I suppose I could try harder to prove I love you."

"I know you do," you sighed, leaning back to your pillows, guiding him with you as you took under the covers. "But what happened to us?"

He sighed, deflating into the pillows beside you and pulling you into his chest. "In truth, pet... I fear it is me who is the problem of our infertility..."

"What?" You wondered, looking up at him, confusion knitting your brows together.

He sighed, "Ah, my dove... There are written accounts that sometimes, fertility issues do not fall upon the woman only. Sometimes... It can be the man who struggles to sire an heir."

"Oh," you breathed, pushing further into his embrace. "No, my love, I do not think it's you."

"No - "

"Love, look at me," you frowned, titling his head down towards you. "Sometimes, when a woman takes Moon Tea for an extended period of time, it can... I don't know, alter the state of her womb."

Daemon winced, "If I waited, you wouldn't ever have had need to take the tea..."

"Okay, are we going to go in circles about who's fault this is? Or accept it for reality?" You sighed. "What're we going to do if we don't have a family - and what if we do?"

"It's to be figured out as we go," he sighed against your forehead; cradling you closer. "I just want us gone from the City, my dove."

You sighed, "Then swear to me that you will not put me through this again."

"I'm going to show you I can be the man who deserves you," he swore, leaning in to nuzzle your nose. "No talk of dramatic means; I am yours, and you are mine."

"Would you be honest with me?"

"Of course."

"Have you been visiting the taverns and brothels?"

"Only the taverns," he frowned. "There's been many a night I find myself waking in the stable after drinking far too much."

"Ah, sweetheart..."

"I know," He groaned lightly, readjusting. "Come, nap with me."

You pouted lightly, "You don't want to fuck me again?"

His head, which was settling on your chest, shot up in shock as he eyed you almost wearily. "Really?"

"Mhm."

"Fuck," he whispered, leaning up to latch his mouth onto your own - leading into another frenzied baby-making session.

Months later, you had married both of your step-sons off, and within days, Daemon had approached you regarding your departure.

He made no move to explain to his family where he was heading, choosing to instead latch your shared belongings to Caraxes' saddle as if to just disappear. But as fate would have it, when you approached him with confidence to hand off the last of your rucksacks, you were startled when Caraxes swung his head around to look at you with a great, heaving, cocking-with-curiosity head.

"D-Daemon?" You worried, hands held up in defense as the dragon's muzzle neared you; giving a great heave against your stomach. "Daemon, what is happening? What's he doin', love? Oh, this feels strange, what do I do!?"

"It's all right, you're all right," Daemon soothed, coming behind you to pose as a backboard as the scaly beast nuzzled into you. The power behind the movements jostled you some, but against your husband's chest, you were better secured.

"What's he doing?" You wondered again with greater fear.

Daemon's hands moved to hold over your hips, peering over your shoulder to watch the great beast breath against your belly. "Dove?"

"Hmm?" Your hands were still held up in defense.

"Have you bled this month?"

You paused, glancing up at him slowly, "Not to my knowledge."

"Last month?"

"No... I don't think I remember my last cycle," you admitted, looking up at him with widened eyes. "Does this mean what I think?"

"He's protective of you," he pointed out, sighing after. "No use in getting our hopes up right now. You've been to the Maester, yes?"

"Yes," you nodded, Caraxes growling when Daemon tried to pull you back. "O-Oh, okay," you sighed, gently holding his head to placate the beast, "okay, all right. Shh, shh. Okay, there yah go."

Daemon finished tacking the saddle, watching the pair of you for a moment longer than he would've usually allowed. Something stirred in his gut, and for some reason, he pondered, "What if we left in the morning?"

"Daemon," you sighed, "a single night makes no difference. We want to cross the Sea before night fall, yes?"

He nodded, "One last night here..."

"What are you hoping to achieve?"

Daemon again neared you, glancing up at Caraxes, whilst the beast purred. "There is a feeling I cannot shake."

"What feeling?"

"That we are missing something."

"Not per se," you sighed, patting the underside of the dragon's chin. "What do you think we're missing, love?"

Your eyes closed when Daemon's forehead met your temple, a beat passing, before he admitted, "An egg..." His hand slid across your lower belly to cradle it, "for the babe?"

"Daemon, you just - I'm not - look," you sighed through your nose, feeling frustrated, "it's been over three years, and it's not happened. Perhaps we just let nature take course, yes? Stop trying so bloody hard?"

He sighed, dare you say it, sadly.

"Give us tonight... Let me search for any eggs Syrax might be hoarding..."

You sighed, shifting on your feet. "Everything's packed already."

"We'll make do for the night," he tried.

"If I agree, might I go nap? Or do you want me with you?"

"No, you go rest," he nodded, pressing a kiss to your temple. Yet when he let go, Caraxes whined and had to be held at bay while you made your way back to the Keep. Though, while Demon descended into the Dragon's Lair, you rushed for the Maester's chambers to pound rapidly.

"Princess!" He gasped when he opened the door to your tearful face.

"I-I need another test, Maester..."

"My Lady, it has been months since our last exam - "

"Hence why I need one now," you frowned, wiping your cheeks of tears. "Please."

"Of course, come in, come in," he ushered you, moving about his chambers to prepare his tools and herbs. You gave urine, blood, and spit; waiting impatiently as the Maester prodded around your stomach, ran his tests...

And by the end, he was blinking in near shock. "Well?" You demanded, exhausted by the long day of tests - but you knew Daemon would not be back for hours more.

How wrong you were - but first, the Maester turned with tears in his aged eyes. "M-My Princess... You are with child - without a doubt. I'd wager some eight or nine weeks in? Perhaps ten," he nodded, consulting his exam results. "Yes, just shy of three months, probably when we stopped our exams, yes, yes... Have you had symptoms?"

"I don't... Know?"

"All right," he sighed, "your blood?"

"I cannot remember my last cycle," you admitted with a nod.

"Hunger?"

"Some," you shrugged.

"Mood swings?"

"Well, perhaps no more than usual..."

"And have you any pain in your breasts?"

Sighing, you shrugged, "They are tender, yes, but that's not..."

"It is," he nodded softly. "But I'd wager you're ten weeks in, you'll start to notice your belly swelling soon."

You blinked a few times, "You're sure?"

"I'm sure."

"I'm pregnant...?"

"You are."

"I'm gonna have a baby?"

"Finally," he teased gently, smiling brightly at you. "What joyous news, Princess."

"Well... I... I do not know what to say," you whispered, feeling panic swell in your chest. "M-Might you send for my handmaiden? H-Her name's Mary, please, Maester, I am feeling overwhelmed."

"Just breathe," he nodded, moving for the door to send for Mary. As you waited, he lead you through breathing exercises; trying to quell your worry before Mary was bursting through the door.

"What's this?" She worried, rushing forward.

"I-I am pregnant," you told her, taking her hands tightly, "an-and I fear I am panicking."

"Do you want me to get your husband?"

"He's in the Dragon's Lair."

"No? I swore I saw him making for your room," she cocked her head, squeezing your hands. "Why are you panicking?"

"B-Because I am not - I do not - for fuck's sake, I don't know in full, but I am scared."

"Of what - "

"Of the birth!" You yelped, tears filling your eyes. "My Gods, they whisper about the Targaryen Curse but I thought it was just me - and that I could not bare children. But now... Fuck's sake."

"Okay, breathe," the Grand Maester advised. "This stress is not good for the baby, you'll have to take that into account the next few months, as you grow the babe."

"Fuck's sake," you snapped as you wept, latching onto Mary as she shot a glare at the Maester.

"Yes, okay, thank you!" She snapped, waving him off. "My Lady, listen to me," she sighed softly, caressing you in comfort, "you are not of Targaryen blood, and that can yet work in your favor when carrying a Targaryen child. Ease your mind, my Lady, you are not doing yourself favors with this stress."

You tried to calm down, but she was still petting your hair as you wept. But then, something in your mind snapped in place, "D-Did you say you saw my husband?"

"Yes, on my way here," she nodded.

"All right," you sniffled and wiped your face, "I-I need to go to him."

"Go," she encouraged, "but allow me to be the first to say - holy fucking shit! You're pregnant! Oh, my Gods, I'm so happy for you! Congratulations!"

You giggled lightly and hugged her tightly, letting her yank you off the exam table to lightly hop around in an excited hug. "I am blessed," you whispered into the hug. "Thank you, my friend."

"Truly!" She squealed. "Oh, no, but does this mean you're still leaving?"

"Let's find out," you breathed, squeezing her hands and moving for the door after. She held your hand as you moved for your chambers, but before you got there, she let go and insisted you talk to your husband alone. With tears in your eyes, you pushed the door to your chambers open, calling, "Daemon?"

"Dove?" He answered from the chair resting at the table's edge, his wrist flourishing as he wrote on parchment, almost sighing with relief. "Where have you been?" He glanced at you. "Thought you were napping, and I come here, you're not in bed."

"I've been - "

"Never mind that! Why are you crying!? Who did it?" He demanded, jumping to his feet and trying to take your face in his hands.

"Why're your hands covered in ash?" You dodged, holding his wrists, easing him back into the chair. "Did you find an egg, my love?"

"I did," he breathed, grinning shyly.

"Good," you nodded while blinking rapidly down at him, gently caressing the side of his cheek to pull his gaze up to meet yours, "because it will lie in our child's crib, finally."

His gaze met yours slowly before realization coated his features, almost gaping at you, "Truly?"

"Daemon," you spoke slowly, taking either of his hands in your own to pull them to rest on your waist, "we're going to have a baby."

"You're pregnant?"

"I'd like to think we are, but yes, I am pregnant."

"Finally," he breathed, leaning forward to caress your stomach with a grin, laughing some after. "Oh, thank the Gods - well, no, thank you, my beautiful wife."

You smiled and caressed his head, keeping him close as he leaned back a little; arms tight round you, legs spreading, and keeping you set between them. He sighed deeply, nuzzling your belly.

"A blessing, is it not?"

"It is," you whispered, petting down his neck. "See what happens when we don't try so hard?"

He chuckled, his breath felt across your lower tummy. "Oh, my sweet wife... How I celebrate you."

"How I celebrate us," you smirked.

He gave a gentle nibble to your belly before lifting his gaze; chin laid to your stomach with his arms tightly around your hips to keep you in place. "I love you, thank you for this. I-I don't know what else to say."

"We've a long way to go, you might not be thanking me yet," you chuckled nervously, but Daemon saw through you. He sighed and leaned back more, guiding you to his lap to sit.

"What is it, sweet girl? Hmm? What's on your pretty little mind?"

You frowned a bit, leaning into his shoulder to caress his cheek and jaw; lowering your voice to mumble into his skin, "I am afraid."

"Of?"

"The birthing..."

"Ah," he sighed, tightening his hold on you. "I see... I will ensure the best midwives and Maesters are at your chambers."

"I need only one promise from you."

"You need only ask it."

"You'll be there with me. In the room, even. You will not leave me to do this alone..."

Daemon tightened his grip on you, pressing a kiss to the column of your neck. "You will not be alone, pet. Never in this. I am here with you, and I will be here until the end. You will not be apart from me, and I will not leave you alone in this."

"Thank you," you whispered, holding onto him tightly. He sighed lightly, nuzzling into your neck as tears surfaced. "I'm scared, Daemon."

"I've got you," he assured, tightening his hold. "You're not alone, dove. Not now or ever, I'm so sorry, pet, for how I was before. But it's gonna be different," he whispered, kissing at your jaw after, "I do swear this to you, my sweet wife, 's all gonna be so different."

You nodded, petting through his hair, "All right... All right, so, how about we go share the good news? Have one last dinner with family? And in the morning, we make for Pentos? Or Essos?"

He smirked, "It's a surprise first."

You sighed lightly, "Of course it is. What do you say?"

He sighed, nodding mutely. "A fantastic idea, dove, but let me bask in this moment first." Readjusting in his lap, you easily curled under his chin and let your eyes close. "I love you."

With a smile matching his, you swore, "I love you, too."

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The Heat Of The Moment

Leona, Trey, and Vil* x Male Reader (Separately)

Genre: some smut, some crack

Summary: He says something stupid during the heat of the moment, so stupid you burst into laughter. How does he react?

Content/Warnings: NSFW, probably second hand embarrassment

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*To avoid any confusion, in my headcanon Vil is AFAB and uses he/she pronouns

Leona

Countless curses spilled from his mouth as he pounded into you, making the bed rock and the headboard slam against the wall each time he thrusted into you.

“Leona, Leona—! Oh god—!” You cried out, arms thrown around his neck. He gave a hard squeeze to your thigh, both hands gripping the soft flesh as he pushed your knees against your chest.

“You like that, little herbivore? Huh?!” Leona growled into your ear, his voice delightfully raspy.

“Yes, yes! More!”

Your nails dug deep into his back, leaving angry, stinging marks that would remind him of you in the morning.

“Fuck! This sweet boy cunt belongs to me, you got that? All mine—!”

“All yours, all yours!” You echoed, back arching off the bed as his cock slammed deep inside of you, hitting all the right spots.

“S-So tight, ah—! So tight, I’m surprised you haven’t pulled my dick clean off, fuck…”

“…What?”

Leona looked up at you, confused. Then you started giggling.

“P…Pull your dick off?” You asked in a laugh.

Leona’s thrusts began to slow. “W-Well, I—“

“Haha! I-I’m sorry Leona but that’s…so dumb—“

“Hey! It was not!” Leona’s hips stilled completely as he glared down at you. He was definitely a bit embarrassed, but he was mostly annoyed at you for the interruption.

“I can’t, I can’t, hahah! C’mon Leo, you can do better than that!”

He was seething. This was the worst time for you to be laughing at him.

“Stop laughing, you stupid herbivore. You’ve ruined everything.”

“Sorry, sorry!” You replied, laughs slowly fizzling out. You patted his cheek playfully, and he snapped at your fingers in defiance.

“Hey, no biting! You’re the one who said it.”

“You’re the one who laughed, idiot.”

“Ok, ok, I’m sorry, for real,” You assured him as you pulled him down to kiss his forehead. “Do you want to keep going?”

“Of course. But this time—“

Suddenly his hand was around your neck, silencing you in a split second.

“—I don’t want you saying a word.”

Trey

One of your hands gripped onto the headboard for dear life, the other was clawing into the sheets desperately.

“Trey—! Trey, faster! Ah—!”

Trey was jackhammering into you from behind, leaning over to whisper vulgarities into your ear.

“Faster? I’m giving you all I’ve got and you want more? My, I had no idea you were so needy for me.”

“I am, I-I am! I need you, please—!”

Trey was more than generous to you, his bruising grip on you unwavering as he slammed into you with enough force to make the bed rock with each movement.

He licked a long stripe up your neck, making you shudder beneath him.

“Mmm, you taste so sweet,” He muttered into your neck, “I could just eat you up, like my own little strawberry tart.”

“You…your what?” You replied through a breathy chuckle.

“My…strawberry tart?” Upon saying it again, he realized that it was certainly not his best work in the pet names department.

You couldn’t help but giggle, and your amusement soon became contagious. Trey’s small snickering soon bloomed into full on laughter.

“Ok, I admit it, that was dumb.”

“Haha, it’s okay, Trey. It was dumb, but in a cute way.” You punctuated your sentence with a tender kiss to his cheek.

“Aw, thank you, love, but I still feel bad. How about I make it up to you with a few more rounds, hm?”

Vil

“Vil, please go faster, please!” You pleaded, your cock twitching deep inside of him as he bounced in your lap. Your hands rested on her hips but did not push, knowing it would certainly lead to a scolding.

“Why should I, hm? I’m in charge here, I’ll decide how fast I go.” She hissed back. He braced himself against you with two hands on your chest, occasionally toying with your nipples.

“Please, please…” You chanted under your breath. One hand came up to tangle itself in Vil’s hair, pulling her into a kiss. You moaned against her lips, desperate for more.

“Oh sweetheart, fuck— I love this sweet cock. Nothing else could ever fill me this good—“ The filthy praise falling from his mouth sent shivers up your spine.

“Fuuuck,” He drawled, “I need your cum, fuck— I want you to cum so deep in me it’ll leak out of my mouth—“

“…Huh?”

Vil eyes shot up to look at you. Your head was tilting slightly in confusion, your mouth curled into a lopsided half smile.

“Vil, that’s totally gross, what?” You laughed, unable to stop yourself.

Suddenly Vil’s face felt hot. Why were you laughing?! Just a second ago you were pleading for her cunt, how dare you act like this!

“Hey! Don’t laugh at me, you disrespectful little twerp!”

“I-I can’t help it, I’m sorry!”

By now Vil’s bouncing had completely halted, and she was glaring poison daggers up at you.

“Really, I am! I-I’ll stop, I promise!”

Vil only scowled in response. This was the worst possible time for his pride to take a hit. She crossed her arms as she waited for you to collect yourself, and eventually you quieted down.

“Done now?”

You nodded.

“Good.”

Then Vil’s hand was tangled in your hair, yanking on it hard and forcing your head back with a yelp.

“Because now I’m going to ride you until I feel better, and something tells me we’re going to be here for a while.”

#twst smut #twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twst crack #vil schoenheit #vil schoenheit smut #vil schoenheit x reader #male reader #leona kingscholar #leona kingscholar smut #leona kingscholar x reader #trey clover #trey clover smut #trey clover x reader #heartslabyul #savannaclaw #pomefiore

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tickletastic · 7 months

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The City Needs Its Hero

Fandom: Batfam

Ship: N/A

Summary: Robin Jason forces Dick to play the part of an endangered civilian, well he, of course, plays the part of Batman, saving the city from certain doom. (AKA fluff but also kind of heartbreaking because Batman, does not in fact always save the day...) Day ten of Miya and Mia’s Tickletober: cloak!

“I am,” Jason says, attempting to make his voice gruff, “the Batman.”

“Batman, save me!” Dick shouts, flailing on the carpet.

“On my way to save the day!” Jason jumps into a flip, and Dick notices milliseconds too late that Jason is going to take a fall, the cape far too long for him to land gracefully on his feet. Jason himself realizes too late and lands with a thud on his back, his body covered completely in the cloak as the cowl clatters to the side.

“Jason?” Dick yells, rushing over to his brother, “Little Wing, are you alright?”

Dick panics when Jason remains silent, but he can see his brother struggling to escape the cape. He slides on his knees across the hardwood to get to Jason, quickly untangling him from the fabric.

“No!” Jason shouts, batting Dick’s hands away, “you’re ruining it, Dickie! I’m supposed to save you!”

Dick sighs with relief, scooping up his brother, cape included. “Oh my god, you scared me, Little Wing. I thought you were hurt.”

“I’m not hurt, this cape is just dumb and long,” Jason giggles when Dick ruffles his hair and leans down to press a soft kiss in his dark curls, “go back! Go back! I need to save the city!”

“Fine, fine,” Dick laughs, making his way back across the living room.

“This time hang on to the back of the couch! Like you’re holding on to a skyscraper!” Jason shouts, running back to the side of the room he had originally been in.

Dick laughs, surprised at the request, and decides to do a little extra to make the game more realistic for his brother. “Want me to hang from the ceiling?”

“Yes, yes, yes!” Jason cheers, jumping excitedly.

“Alright, just be careful, Jay.”

“Always am, Dickie,” Jason says before taking on a full sprint, this time being extra vigilant about the fact that Batman’s cape is almost double his height. He bounces off of the couch, landing on the top of a bookshelf, perfectly steady.

He takes a moment to consider his options, but Dick’s exaggerated wailing quickly snaps him out of his thoughts.

“Batman, please help me!” Dick shouts, rocking the chandelier that he’s handing from, “I’m going to fall!”

“Don’t be afraid!” Jason responds, backing up in preparation to jump, “Batman always saves the day!” He takes a leap and manages to grab onto Dick’s torso, wrapping his legs and arms around him like a koala.

“I have saved you, civilian! You are safe now!” Jason exclaims, positively beaming up at Dick.

“Thank you so much!” Dick says, using one arm to maneuver Jason higher on his torso, “I must repay you!”

Dick swings his legs up onto the chandelier, creating a human hammock for Jason, maneuvering them until one of Dicks elbows is locked into the chandelier, his body securely holding them both up. When they’re both secure, Jason still holding onto Dick with dear life, Dick’s free hand shoots down to scribble over Jason’s tummy.

Jason squeals, burying his face in Dick’s chest, the cape flapping everywhere as he tries not to squirm for fear of falling. “Dihihicki nohoho!”

“No? But I have to repay you somehow, you saved me, afterall!” Dick exclaims as if it’s just common sense. Jason giggles harder at the silliness, his legs gripping tighter around Dick as a substitute for kicking his feet.

Dick leans his head down and blows air over Jason’s ears, and the kid squeaks, shaking his head back and forth, black curls obscuring his face entirely.

“Batman, are all heroes this ticklish?” Dick teases, beaming down at his brother.

“Nohoho!” Jason squeals back, “wehehe’re ihihinvincible!”

Dick laughs along with his brother, tickling him wherever he can reach: his sides, his neck, his belly, and even his shoulder blades, spidering his fingers in every spot Jason exposes.

“DIHIHICKIE!” Jason screeches when Dick manages to get his hand under Jason’s arm, “NOHOHO!”

“No? But Batman, isn’t it rude to deny my thank-you gift?” Dick asks, feigning innocence.

Jason shakes his head rapidly, though his words are lost to the childish, bubbly giggles that pour freely from his lips.

Bruce wanders down the hall when he hears the laughter of his eldest, laughter he hasn’t heard much since the two of them stopped getting along so well. He watches as Dick hangs from the chandelier, using his body to cradle Jason, tickling the child silly.

The sight is so sweet, so painfully endearing, that he almost runs back to his room to grab his phone, wanting to preserve the moment in time. He notices the discarded cowl on the ground, how Jason is somehow still draped in his cape, and he can’t even be mad that the two of them had probably snuck into the cave to grab it, can’t even find it in him to sigh dejectedly about the dusty specks of hardwood that fall from around the chandelier.

#batfam #dick grayson #jason todd #dc #batman #batfamily #ticklish!jason #ler!dick #robin!jason #tickletober #miya&mia's tickletober

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crushedsweets · 7 months

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I am so curious as to what you'd think about Nina and Hoodie as a duo. They've been two of my absolute favorites (even if Brian technically isn't even a creepypasta) since I was younger and I've always loved them as a sort of big brother/little sister pairing. They are so siblings to me I adore them. What are your thoughts on the sillies..

OHHH this is actually super interesting... but also im worried i do not have a lot to say because they won't mesh very well/very much. but i will try. not super realistic headcanons i think but what do i know... <3

brian isnt very present in my story, partially bc ik some mh fans dont like the crossover very much. and by time ninas in the story, i want him+tim to kinda separate from slenderman as toby and kate take over. he's still involved and coming around since he gets horrible slender sickness(but its from the operator) if he's away too long, but he doesn't live near or befriend most of the main cast..

nina is very present in my story because i love her and she is such a good and fun representation of the fandom yk. but brian is much more realistic and late 30s man, while nina is a very cartoonish early 20s girl. theyre on very different fields character and life wise...

BUUUUUUUUUT they would still meet of course.

she'd be bubbling around the entire cast, meeting people through jeff. people initially think she's in the same vein as jeff, natalie, and toby, with a LONG list of blood on their hands influenced by the operator, so they just don't think much about it. theyre mostly surprised by how cheery she is, but the proxies are the first to find out she's just... obsessed with jeff..... so thats very off putting. brian isn't fond of it.

nina would develop some light slender sickness(again, from the operator) just by being around jeff all the time, but the operator never infected her because he didn't see her as a worthy vessel. so, she would have to come to the proxies about it. if toby isnt in the mood or busy, she'd just have to hope brian/tim are around with some pills that'll soothe the pain

brian is more likely to help. with nina, he'd be quick to take on a more protective role, trying to console her as she cries on the couch holding her head whining about static.

initial convos would go smth along the lines of "do you want some coffee ? or uh kids like hot chocolate huh... maybe tea" "i'm literally in my 20s please tell me toby has weed somewhere" "that does not help with this pain i promise" "how would you know" "haha. water it is."

brian was a major stoner back in his early 20s and nina thinks its fucking hilarious. . . she'll try to get him to smoke with her but he's rlly not interested LOLLLL.... hes like 15 yrs older than her he thinks its weird .

again, he's not around a lot, but she's always happy to bump into him. she'd be squealing n shit 'HIII BRIANNNN how r u :3' and he'd just be like :) hey nina. and then never answer the 'how r u' bc he doesnt actually wanna sit and talk .

its a good change of pace. he's been through hell and back for well over a decade by this point, everyone around him is a sad sack of shit, and he spent a long time just. fighting to be an optimistic, cool guy to hang around . . but .... like.... um..... its hard to be that kind of person after all he's been thru. something about nina just forces that sort of like..... glee out of him . its not a huge difference where he's suddenly bouncing and giggling and whatever, he's still just Some Guy. but he'll be like :) lol .

mayhaps he'd catch her trying on toby's goggles and he'd offer to let her try on his mask. but nina would fake gag and be like 'no i dont want that dirty musty nasty sack on my head' and he'd be like ?????. then he'd say she can wash it and then try it on. which.. as an older sibling.... is the type of shit i'd do just to get my sister to do smth for me that i dont wanna do LMFAOOO. she might fall for it just cuz my dear nina is the ultimate fangirl

i dunno i kinda struggled with this one just cuz in my au, they wouldnt be all that close and the Type of characters they are don't mesh very well, but i am super fond of the concept and would love to try expanding on it more

#asks #creepypasta headcanon #nina the killer #creeped #hcs #ty for ask btw <33

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the-s1lly-corner · 7 months

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hiii could i get J, P, Q an U for Slender? thanks! and i hope your day is going really well >_<

More Fluff Alphabet /w Slenderman but these letters!

my days been pretty okay! slow, but not terrible :O gonna be slow from tomorrow until next saturday so i might promote requests being open ponders not proof read!! though to be fair i dont. think i proof read any of my stuff

J (JEALOUSY)-

he can get rather possessive in general when it comes to you or his proxies so uh

don't like, try to make him jealous on purpose, it doesn't end well for anyone involved. actually don't try to tick off forest demons in general

i know i keep saying stuff like "oh god forbid someone make you uncomfortable" in these but like. slenderman is still this huge powerful creature, i know my interpretation on him is a bit silly n different but he still has roots in the 2010s fandom interpretation, you know?

there will be... a mess... is what im saying

in the case that someone is being weird with you, he's less jealous and more angry, though, of course not angry at you

though there will be hard boundaries set in place if you try to rile him up on purpose, he doesnt want to waste his time on someone whos going to toy with him like that. both in a "hey thats not really cool or healthy of you to do to me or our relationship" and also "im fucking slenderman im a old ass powerful demon, who do you think you are?"

P (PETNAMES)-

he calls you; love, darling, my dear

he likes being called; really anything under the sun, because as long as its something coming from your mouth hes pleased, because it ultimately means hes yours and youre his

q (QUESTION)-

for more context see this post! dives into lore stuff for my au/hcs but it'll help add context to this segment!:

here!

hope the link copied well enough </3 if not you can find it on my blog, titled "all entwined in one web" or something along those lines

anyways

some variant of "why do you stay"

you could have decided to be with literally anyone else, but you chose a solitary self loathing demon who eats people in order to survive, created for the sole purpose to cause issues and harm to humanity

on one hand he wants you to stick around and keep him company; but on the other hand he wants you as far away from him as possible so you can go out and live your own life without being in danger or having to put up with his whole deal

please give him lots of reassurance, its going to take a lot for him to stop asking those kinds of questions; assuming he stops asking at all

U (UPSET)-

i feel like him being upset is similar to the jealousy part of this post, but just more. broad. like hes not going to take shit if youre going to try to upset him on purpose

hes more patient if its accidental, though. diving into a previous fluff alphabet, if its an accident and something that can be helped in terms of future instances hes likely to work through it with you. he knows his time with you is short, if his partner is a mortal, and he doesnt want to waste that time

soft slenderman my beloved, let this man have complex emotions and desires and whatnot

kinda just. vanishes when he gets real upset, though, since he cant control his anger that well and generally just doesnt want you to see him like that- best way to help him like that is to just give him time

if youre the one upset hes going to listen to you, if you need someone to talk to. man of few words, advice can go fifty fifty

either gives good advice or not good advice; and thats on him being around for a long time but not really spending a lot of that time you know... interacting with others in a meaningful way

bonus if you still live at your place he's going to do a bunch of your chores for you. in. varying degrees of success, similar reasoning as above since he doesnt really have a home of his own to do like. dishes or laundry at. still bouncing between if im going to have the mansion be a part of this au of mine or not, and if so, how its going to tie in to everything

shrugs

#creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #creepypasta imagines #slenderman x reader #slenderman headcanons #slenderman imagine #slenderman x you

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satoruin · 4 months

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year’s end thank you post!

when i started this blog i didn’t really think much of it because all i wanted was to write fanfic but i’ve made lots of friends and it’s become a happy place :) thank you guys for 1.5K followers even though i seldom put out fics and i’m bad at interacting but i’m thankful for it all and i wish all of you the very best for the year :))

to my faithful followers: there’s a few of you i recognize that like many of my posts and i know it’s a banger post when y’all reblog and i smile seeing you in my notifs when no one else is thank you for giving me my hits of serotonin

to my moots that i may have missed: i’m so sorry if i did but it doesn’t make me love you any less! i am just bad of keeping track of who’s not active or moved or whatever else but still i wish you the very best and hope we interact more in the new year!

to my mootie patooties:

@mocha-bunbun : mocha darling i love you so very much/p you’ve been an amazing moot and friend and i love the support you give me and i hope the new year treats you well!!!

@tiredsleep : tired! i love you very much and you always helpe bounce around fic ideas and i really do have a satoru fic in the works so hope the new year treats us well and brings our blue eyed babygirl back to us. hugs and love going into the new year for you

@kazemiya: KAZE MY LOVE! you always liked my silly rant posts on my sideblog and i appreciate it! i also love love love interacting with you when you’re active and i hope that we can talk more! i hope all of your tests and studies have gone well and will continue to go well :) lots of love for you and have an amazing year

@verxsyon: VERA!! i think you’re one of my first moots and you’re from my very old blog and we did hq together (which movie in feb??) you’re the driving force behind my star rail love and dan heng series so thank you for being an amazing writer and giving me inspo!!! i love you and hope we have more opportunities to talk :) wishing you a happy new year <3

@2018-01-20: BOO my babygirl and my fellow dan heng simp. you’re so amazing and i eat everything you put out. ik you’re not very active but i sincerely love every time we interact and i just love you <3 hoping for more dan heng screen time and a happy and prosperous year for you!

@m1shapanda: MISHA !!! we became mooties this year and you introduced me to code geass and your art <3 you’re so fun to talk to and i really enjoy seeing you on dash! i wish you no achy joints and lots of inspiration for the new year!

@yuan4i: ài !!! you’re genuinely one of the nicest people i’ve ever interacted with and your smaus never fail to give me a smile :) i’m so glad we’re mooties and i hope you have a superb new year

@kkomaism: even though i am def not caught up with orv you did inspire my sick binge of it. though we don’t interact nearly as much as i’d like and we’re not really in the same fandoms anymore i still do love all the moments we do ! hoping you have all the inspiration to write your fics and have a happy new year :)

@solaaresque: REZE!! i think you’re so amazing and i love love love your writing and though it’s been too long since i’ve logged into enstars they remain near and dear to my heart because of you <3 i just love you lots !! please have the best year babes!

@cottonfluffs: AUNI DEAREST! i still remember the ask you first sent when you introduced yourself and ever since then we have been friends! i really really like talking to you and reading your works and though you’ve moved blogs i’m still enamored by your fics every time. have an amazing year babe and hope to talk to you more!

@sea-of-dandelions: your sigskk blog is my source of bsd content since i don’t really go looking for it and i love seeing you in my notifs when i make posts and it makes me feel like ive made a good offering. happy new year and lots of happiness!

@callilouv: i could not believe the notif i got when you followed me and i still can’t like ur very famous to me. i love love love your art and i await any and all art you’ll put out this upcoming year. please take care of yourself and have a happy new year !

@igumie: mai! ik you haven’t been active in a while so i do hope this reaches you. i love all your fics and quite literally all of your blog! you’re ridiculously amazing and i hope the new year treats you well

@so2uv: my ayato truther! sol i love being your moot and reading all your fics on your writing blog! e2l academic rivals ayato rattles around in my brain a lot. i also forgot you were a twst fan but i am more than happy to send you mal thoughts anytime esp with book 7 in the process of coming out ! i believe in your academic weapon powers and hope you continue to do well in this new year! send lots of hugs your way!

#[☾ ] lee stop posting challenge #[ ❣️ ] lee’s lovelies #happy new years to all of you with love from me <3

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You are more than that

Celegorm & Curufin

Summary: Curufin gets mistaken for his father and gets insecure about his worth. Celegorm is there to help.

Warnings: self doubt

Fandom: The Silmarillion

Curufin dropped head first onto his bed and buried his face in his pillow as the first tears began to fall.

Some other elves had mistaken him for his father.

What didn't seem like a big deal at first was a big deal for Curufin. All his life he had lived in his father's shadow and no one had ever seen him as his own person.

Everyone called him 'little Feanor' but not even half of them ever used his name.

When Curufin had been smaller, Maglor had always referred to him in his songs as the 'image of our beloved Atar'. He knew that Macalaurë had never meant any harm, but it had still stung his heart whenever he heard it. For even to his brothers, he was nothing more than a poor copy of their father.

And even though he was no longer a child, a comment like that still really hurt him.

Then he heard his bedroom door open quietly and close again immediately afterwards. At first he thought it was Tyelpe, but then he heard Celegorm's voice ask: "Curvo? Has something happened? You seemed so absent when you came back."

Curufin sighed into his pillow. "It's stupid," he muttered quietly.

"It always is. "Celegorm grinned, but when he didn't get a reaction from Curufin, he swallowed hard.

He dropped onto the bed next to him, causing the whole mattress to bounce up and down.

"Come on, tell your big brother," Celegorm said, wrapping his arms around his brother's middle and burying his face in his shoulder.

Curufin tried to struggle free, but Celegorm was stronger and wrapped his arms around him tighter.

Curufin lay in his brother's warm arms for a while. Because even though he had tried to fight his way out of the embrace, he liked it when his brother hugged him. When they had both been smaller, Celegorm had often wrapped his arms around him from behind and held him close.

The embrace made him feel safe and secure and he actually wished that the hug would never end.

"Is it about Tyelpe?" Celegorm asked.

Curufin shook his head and exhaled shakily. "No, it's not about Tyelpe. It's-"he sighed. "it's complicated."

"Come on, Curvo! Tell me. Just like when we were kids!"he said.

Curufin was quiet for a while. Everything in him wanted to tell his big brother. Whenever he had told his brother what was bothering him when they were small, Celegorm had done everything he could to make it up to him. But that was the problem. Curufin was no longer a small child. He should have come to terms with it by now and not make such a fuss about it.

"I-" but he interrupted himself and swallowed, "Do you think- do you think I would be worth less if I wasn't the image of our father?"

Celegorm sat up a little and loosened his grip on Curufin, but only so that he could lean over him. What he saw made his heart break a little. Curufin's eyes were red and swollen and a few silent tears were still running down his cheeks.

"Oh Curvo!"Celegorm gently wiped his cheeks dry with the sleeve of his robe, "My dear Curvo, what are you talking about? Who said you would be worth less? Who? I'll see to it that this person never steps under your eyes again."

"Me! I'm the one who said that!"Curufin turned to Celegorm, his cheek almost as red as Caranthir's when they had teased him as a child. "Not once did I feel that anyone liked me, just because of what I am, but because of my similarities with Atar!"

"Hey, "Celegrom's voice had become softer. He leaned his forehead against his younger brother's, "I like you a lot better than our Atar and I hope you know that. I wouldn't spend almost every minute I'm not hunting with you and Tyelpe otherwise, believe me."

"It's just- sometimes there- it feels like there isn't me, just a younger version of our father. "Curufin whispered softly.

"But you do exist." Celegorm whispered back softly, "And- and you're wonderful. I don't compliment many people, so feel honoured."

Curufin's mouth turned up into a slight smile as he looked up into his older brother's face.

But Celegorm wasn't done yet. Because if there was one thing that made him sad, it was when Curufin was sad. "You are so much more than our father. You put your own personal charm into everything you create and make it your own unique creation. You are a great father to Tyelpe, in a way that our Atar was not. I'm not saying he was a bad father, just that you and Tyelpe have a much deeper connection than Atar and some of us. You're also the only person I can stand to be around, no matter the time."

New tears welled up in Curufin's eyes and he bit his trembling lower lip.

"Why- Why are you crying again? Has something else happened?" Celegorm asked in a panic. He wasn't the best with emotions, but he had thought that what he had said had been all right.

Curufin wrapped his arms around Celegorm's neck and pulled him close. "Those are tears of joy, you idiot," he murmured as the first new tears escaped his eyes.

"Can I join in on your cuddling?" asked a high-pitched voice from the direction of the door.

Celegorm looked up and caught sight of his nephew Tyelpe, who poked his head through the door curiously.

Curufin released one of Celegorm's arms and said with a smile, "Come here."

Tyelpe grinned softly and threw himself onto the bed with his father and uncle.

Curufin hugged them both tightly.

#curufin #curufinwë #curufinwe #celegorm #tyelkormo #tyelpe #telperinquar #sons of feanor #sons of fëanor #hurt/comfort #fanfic #fanfiction #cross posted on ao3 #celegorm and curufin #turcafinwe #the silm fandom #the silmarillion #silmarillion fanfiction #silm fanfic

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ethereousdelirious · 11 months

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Hee hee, got my first Bu.ngou fic here! Thanks to @onetrickponi for the excellent prompts; this will be one of many

First up, we have N.ikolai deliberately inducing an allergic reaction in S.igma because he's a little shit (affectionate). And also Fy.odor is there.

Word count: 2.5k

Note on honorifics/diminutives (tho admittedly I may be the only person who cares): I went with "Fed.ya" over "Dos-kun"/"Dost.oy" even though it's fanon and more familiar than those 2 because I find it cuter. Same for using "dear"/"sweet Sig.ma" instead of "Sig.ma-kun"/"Sig.gy" (also fanon).

Final remarks: As always, my first work in any fandom is inevitably a lil shaky. That being said, I'm pleased with this one! Still, pls be gracious 🥺

Sigma sparkled.

He had no other choice.

Not with so many eyes on him, not with Nikolai grinning expectantly and bouncing on his toes.

Not with Fyodor, beatific and subordinate, watching. His smile reached his eyes but still bore the quality of the serpent— concealing venom.

So Sigma sparkled and gleamed and held his champagne flute with careful fingers, flitting from corner to corner to cast his gentle light upon the guests.

Nikolai rocked on his toes, watching the bubbles rise in Sigma's glass. "Fedya," he said, abandoning his own glass on an unused roulette table, "want to play a game?"

"A game?" Fyodor narrowed his eyes, reharmonizing his smile to a more malicious tune. "At dear Sigma's expense, if I'm not mistaken?" It was impossible to miss at this proximity: Nikolai's fidgeting, his fixation on Sigma, the intermittent twitch of his lips.

Nikolai turned with a wide eye, fingers splayed toward his mouth in an affectation of innocence. "You really are too sharp." His teeth gleamed in the golden chandelier-light. "I won't hurt him, if you're worried about that."

"How reassuring." Fyodor had a tendency toward darting irises, always scanning without turning his head. Now, he fixed his gaze on Nikolai. "What manner of game did you have in mind?"

"It's simple! All you have to do is follow my instructions. Three commands. Sound good?"

"Follow your next three commands," Fyodor repeated thoughtfully. "Alright. Let's play."

"Wonderful!" Nikolai clapped his hands. No one in the room paid him any mind, the sound lost in the murmur of a hundred quiet conversations. "First command: beckon dear Mr Manager over to us. He'll come if you call."

"He will."

Catching Sigma's eye was a simple matter of staring at him until the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. Fyodor and Nikolai watched him shudder and glance over at them, confusion giving way to curiosity. Fyodor crooked his finger and tilted his chin and Sigma came running like a dog.

He almost forgot to excuse himself from the conversation at hand, almost tripped over his own halted momentum.

"Is something wrong?" he asked, looking rapidly between Fyodor and Nikolai.

"We're playing a game!" Nikolai said, rocking up on his toes. "Fedya has to follow three of my commands."

Sigma scowled and crossed his arms, deftly transferring his champagne flute to his left hand to avoid spilling. "What does this have to do with me?"

"You'll see!" Nikolai motioned for Sigma's champagne. "Cover your ears."

With a world-weary sigh, Sigma passed it over and covered his ears.

Nikolai leaned into Fyodor. "Now make him finish his drink."

Fyodor's eyes flashed. He motioned for Sigma to uncover his ears.

"Was that a command?" Sigma asked warily.

"Don't worry so much, Sigma!" Fyodor laughed lightly and liberated Sigma's champagne from Nikolai, passing it over carefully to avoid brushing fingers. "This is a special night, isn't it? You shouldn't be so uptight."

"Isn't it my job to be uptight?"

"I think you're well within your rights to relax a little." Fyodor raised his own untouched glass and his eyes flashed violet. "To 13 years, yes?"

Nikolai repeated the sentiment in Russian, after which Sigma muttered a half-hearted "cheers," and touched the glass to his lips.

Fyodor's eyes flashed again. "I'm sure you've noticed," he said, "that some of these champagne glasses have a small flaw in the base."

Sigma's eyes widened. "What?"

"Here, where the stem meets the bowl." Fyodor held his glass up to the light. "You can see it more clearly from the other side of the glass."

"Ah." Sigma looked at their glasses in turn and, seeing them all relatively full, paused. Faltered. "Ah," he said again."Should- should I…?"

"Bottoms up," Nikolai urged.

Still, Sigma hesitated, searching.

Fyodor nodded.

Light flashed off the glass. Sigma's hair fluttered, a few white strands landing across the bridge of his nose. Sweet champagne put a shine on his lower lip when he'd emptied the glass and he held it up like a telescope, examining it in the light. "I- I do see something," he said. "A little scratch."

"Just so," Fyodor agreed.

"Sweet Sigma is all pink," Nikolai observed cheerfully, and he traced a gloved hand over Sigma's cheek.

Sigma had indeed flushed a delicate pink from his cheeks to his forehead. Nikolai's finger brushed his nose and he sniffed with some difficulty, his breaths coming audible through his nose. He looked at Nikolai through his lashes, brow furrowed, but didn't speak.

"Well," said Fyodor mildly, "you can decide if it's worth spending the money to replace the glasses over such a small flaw."

Sigma drew in another breath with visible difficulty, his brow furrowing deeper. "Of course."

Fyodor glanced at Nikolai, who made a passing attempt to stifle a giggle behind his hand. "Sigma, are you feeling alright? You do look flushed."

"Yes, I'm f—" Here, Sigma's breath caught. He inhaled shallowly once, twice, eyelids fluttering. "Hhp'ksSCH! Ah…"

Nikolai wiggled his fingers and blessed him in Russian, making no effort to hide his glee.

"Yes, be healthy," Fyodor agreed. "Isn't it about time you made your statement?"

"Ah, is it..?" Sigma's expression was one of innocent distress; he'd discerned nothing of Nikolai's little joke at his expense. Every consonant dulled in the narrow passageways of irritated sinuses. He sniffed to no avail and buried his face in his sleeve. "'hkTSCH!" The force of the motion rocked him forward and he staggered back a half-step to find his balance.

A few wandering eyes found him and lingered, entranced by the display. None of the casino staff and certainly none of the regulars had seen their steadfast manager in such a state before. Several conversations gave way to murmurs and darting eyes.

"AHP'TSCH!" With his face firmly ensconced in the crook of his elbow, ears blocked with congestion, Sigma perceived none of it. Nikolai, taking pity on him, caught him by the shoulder to steady him as he continued to teeter between toes and heels. "Hhk'phSCH!"

It was Fyodor who delivered the fatal blow, his eyes gleaming. "My goodness, Sigma. Perhaps you'd better step down for the evening and let someone more equipped give the speech."

"No!" Sigma blinked the tears out of his eyes and swiped his hair out of his face and didn't seem to realize how hard he had to lean into Nikolai just to stay balanced. "I'll handle this."

He straightened his tailcoat and strode away with his jaw set, not even slowing down when he nearly walked into a poker table.

For a moment, Nikolai and Fyodor stood in silence, watching Sigma until he disappeared into the crowd.

On the stage, the empty lectern loomed. The light of an anglerfish awaiting its prey.

"Final command," Nikolai sang. "I'll even give you a choice: You can guess what I did to dear Sigma or you can spin around on your heel and clap like a flamenco dancer."

"I'd hardly have to guess," Fyodor said, "but I think you've doled out enough humiliation for one night."

"Go on, then."

"It's quite simple." Fyodor nodded at his own untouched champagne flute. "Sigma is allergic to sulfites. Knowing this, you used me to get him to finish his drink, thus inducing a reaction. A rather violent one, too."

"To what end?" Nikolai prompted, sing-song.

"Why, to liven up his speech, of course."

"That's correct!" Nikolai gestured wildly, vaguely congratulatory.

They both turned to the stage when the lights dimmed, calling everyone's attention to the spotlight beaming on the empty lectern.

"Now we watch the show," Nikolai whispered.

The spotlight rendered Sigma a washed-out blur but for the high spots of red on his cheeks. He gripped the lectern with both hands, knuckles white. It was only this that rendered him some sort of stability on the small island of the podium, adrift in a sea of expectant faces. "Hello, everyone."

He kept his face the perfect distance from the microphone. No feedback screech split the air, no faint syllables dying in his airspace. His voice sounded through the speaker, perfectly clear.

It threw his congestion into sharp relief, highlighting every dulled nasal sound and every breathy exhale.

Nikolai shimmied in place.

"Please allow me to officially welcome to you to the Sky Casino," Sigma continued.

"He won't make it through this sentence," Fyodor said, his gaze fixed on Sigma. He had seen the usual tells (shallow breaths, parted lips, twitching nose), but he had also seen something uniquely Sigma in the draw of his brow and the set to his jaw.

"We're here tonight—" Sigma shut his mouth abruptly, drawing his brows down so far it made the bridge of his nose crinkle in response. "Hhk'psSH!"

Covering the sneeze necessitated letting go of the lectern with one hand and he rocked onto his toes with the explosion of air from his lungs, tensing at the middle.

A deadly silence fell and the room teetered on a razor-sharp edge before Sigma caught himself and, with a shaky smile, rallied.

"Excuse me." He shook his head, sniffled. "We are here tonight to celebrate the 13th anniversary— hk'TSCH!"

This one caught even Fyodor off guard; he turned to Nikolai with eyebrows raised.

Nikolai clamped both hands over his mouth, shaking with silent laughter

"—of this institution," Sigma continued in a thin voice. "The Sky Casino represents what humanity can achieve when, ahh, when everyone comes together in pursuit of a c…"

Nikolai elbowed Fyodor in the ribs.

"A common– hhkpt'ssCHt! Ah…" Sigma's eyes fell shut for a moment too long and he slumped against the lectern, bracing his elbows against it. Every shallow breath scraped across the microphone and broadcast itself through the speakers. The next sneeze pounced on him before he could so much as open his eyes, driving his head forward toward the waiting microphone:

"Ahk'SCHUH!"

The sound exploded through the speakers, echoing with feedback, and Nikolai titled his head back and cackled.

This was not as conspicuous as it might have been, given that a rush of whispers and murmurs had broken out amongst the crowd:

Oh my, is he alright?

Hw's clearly ill. Look how red his face is!

Overdone it on the liquor, I think.

Can't someone take over for him?

But Sigma had not yet reached the end of his indefatigable will. Taking advantage of the distraction, he scrubbed his palm down the bridge of his nose and applied pressure to the center of his forehead, forcing down the ever-present burn in his sinuses.

"Please," Sigma said firmly, quieting the whispers, "join me in celebrating 13 years. Cheers."

"Cheers!"

He strode offstage with his head up and, tucking himself away behind an unused speaker, put his head in his hands. The deadly combination of alcohol and anxiety made his heart hammer like it might give out. One final, painful squeeze and it would cease forever. He leaned against the speaker and groaned and the sound buzzed in the choked-out tunnels of his swollen sinuses. "Hpt'tSCHK!"

Nikolai landed atop the speaker with a flash of his cape. "Gesundheit!"

Sigma cringed and stood up straight despite the protest from his abused ribs. "Gogol," he said warily, eyes darting for any sign of Fyodor.

Nikolai sat and let his legs dangle. "That was quite the show! I have to say, I'm a little jealous."

"Well, then, why don't you sniff some pepper before your disappearing act?" Sigma said drily, rubbing his forehead. He'd meant to spend a few minutes gathering his composure, but Nikolai's presence had thrown a wrench into that plan. A wrench and several colorful juggling balls.

Nikolai made a show of contemplating this, only stopping when he noticed Sigma still standing with his head in his hands. "Aw, is poor Sigma not feeling well?"

"It's fine," Sigma said into his palms. "It's— hk'sSH! Oh…" Sigma dug the heels of his hands into his temples before letting them drop and standing up straight. "It's fine. I have to go." Scarcely waiting for a response, he turned on his heel and strode back into the crows to mingle.

"Bye-bye," Nikolai called after him. "Be healthy!"

"Hhkp'SCH!"

Omake:

Nikolai toyed with his empty champagne flute, holding it up to his good eye and rotating it like a kaleidoscope. "Hey, Fedya?"

"Yes?"

"How did you know Sigma's glass would have a flaw in it?"

"Oh, that?" Fyodor leaned back against the roulette table. "It didn't."

"Whaaaat?" Nikolai cocked his head, over-exaggerating his shock as only a performer could. "But dear Sigma said…!"

"Sigma saw exactly what I suggested he might see," Fyodor said. "Or, you could say, he saw what he wanted to see."

"But why would he want to see a flaw?"

"Because, to the ordinary man, there is nothing so boring as perfection and nothing as exciting as improvement."

"I see." Nikolai wet his fingertip and began to run it around the rim off the glass. It stuttered as he worked out the appropriate level of tension, a high, jerky noise emanating at the points of contact. "You knew my plan all along, didn't you?"

Fyodor smiled, pale lips stretching and paling further. "You're asking me to reveal an awful lot of secrets, Nikolai."

"Yes, but you're not a grand sorcerer!" Nikolai thrust his hand through his cape and flicked his glass so it rang like a bell. "So it's fair to ask, you know."

"Fine, but you may regret it." Fyodor tucked a wayward lock of hair behind his ear. "Yes, I did know."

"But how?"

"First, we must acknowledge that sulfites are not the cause of most negative reactions to wine, but unidentified preservatives. It's more common to use 'sulfites' as shorthand despite the inaccuracy, so I do hope you'll excuse myself saying so earlier."

Nikolai blinked and nodded, already drumming his fingers against his hip.

"Second, consider that the makers of fine wines could never get away with adding preservatives that would induce a negative reaction in their customers— Their reputation would suffer."

"Suffer," Nikolai repeated contemplatively.

"Third" —Fyodor lifted his glass, still full to the top with champagne— "observe the size of the bubbles in the glass. They're about the size of Siberian caviar, wouldn't you say?"

Nikolai peered at the glass. Streams of bubbles rose to the surface, large and slow in their descent. "Yes, I think so."

"This is cheap sparkling wine," Fyodor said. "Hardly worth drinking." He set the glass aside again and let his hands rest on the table. "Knowing those three facts, the context of the situation, as well as the fact that you have spent a significant amount of time in Sigma's company, it was the simplest conclusion to draw."

"Hmph." Nikolai crossed his arms. "Someday, Fedya, I'll find a way to surprise you."

#snz #ethereous writes #snez #snzfic #waaaahhh im nervous abt this one ngl #*bites nails*

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Forever Ours

Fandom: Obey Me!

Pairing: Diavolo x GN!MC x Lucifer

Chapter 1 of ?

Summary: Desire may be ignored, but it never truly leaves.

Adult content. Read at your own risk. Not beta read.

It hadn't been intentional... Stepping into Diavolo's office to drop off paperwork... Lucifer hadn't expected to catch the Prince himself balls deep inside of your walls, bouncing you as hard as he pleased with your cute little ass roughly in his hands. Thin red lines and handprints adorning your skin as he placed another smack to your ass that made you cry out through your moans.

Diavolo's head was thrown back in pleasure until he adjusted himself and you to thrust deeper from beneath. Slamming your body down onto himself and pulling you off like his own personal fleshlight, while never leaving his office chair.

The first look on his face had been shock, but it had quickly morphed to a wicked smile as he saw Lucifers cheeks flush and a look he knew all too well. Desire. Diavolo pushed you as far down on his cock as your body could take him while watching the fallen angel over your head. Your body trembling as he slowly lifted you up and slammed you down again, illiciting a whine from you and a deep grunt from him. The pressure of your walls squeezing him so tightly as you continued to cum on his cock making him feel emboldened. With a simple movement of his wrist, he beckoned to Lucifer to come closer before slapping your ass again. Bright red hand print making you squeal in delight as you squirmed on his cock.

He would be insane not to admit he had always thought him beautiful. His crimson eyes and pale skin a perfect contrast in his dimly lit kingdom. The Morning Star bringing light with not only his looks, but his very nature of being. Loyal, diligent, strength not only physically, but magically as well. Lucifer Morning Star was a forbidden fruit he had been tempted to claim before.

After the angels fall, he had thought of so many ways to keep the man close. Mainly for his quick wit and beauty, not to mention the strength to his ranks. Ultimately, he had settled for something much more mild, as not wanting to push him away. Lucifer, while still technically in his service for the oath to save his sister in exchange, had never truly been held to his oath on Diavolo's end. Honestly, the fallen angel may as well had been released millenia ago... but Lucifers pride to keep his oath, and his own selfish desire to keep the man close were the only two things in the way.

When you had come to his office that night, it had been innocent. Asking questions about being able to qualify for Devildom insurance as a human since you resided most of the year in his realm. It had brought a smile to his face and a hardy laugh from deep in his abdomen. He hadn't laughed that hard in months.

Oh, your pouty face...it did things to him you most likely would never understand.

He had given you another smile while he stood and sat on the edge of his desk in front of you, informing you that as a human exchange student in his program, you need not bother as he would personally see that any medical bill you would incure, in his realm or another, he would take care of. Your face had heated as you told him you needed to find some way to repay him. It had been late, while only ten thirty, it felt exceedingly late when you had woken at three in the morning to get a head start on the day.

A sultry laugh left him as he crossed his arms, form towering over your chair as the words found their way out. "If it is repayment you are so set upon, I need not for money. I require...other forms of payment my dear." He had bent forward and tilted your head up to look him in the eyes...the rest was history...

So when Lucifer slowly took his jacket off and approached you from behind, gloved finger trailing down your spine as you continued to cum on Diavolo's cock, he felt excitement he wasn't sure he had ever felt in his life. The two objects of his obsession together with him at last... if you wouldn't freak out. Humans were odd that way...

At first you were too blissfully lost in your orgasm to even notice you were leaning into another man's touch that wasn't Diavolo. Even the second set of lips placing kisses on your neck and hot tounge traveling your neck didn't alert you either. If the Prince wouldn't have to slip his cock out from you to switch Lucifer places, he would have done so in an instant just to see how long Lucifer could impale you on his cock until you noticed.

Instead, Lucifer undid his zipper as he stood behind you and grabbed his hard cock gently as he continued to kiss your neck.

Eventually Diavolo had you laid back, cock still buried inside of you as your back arched dramatically, Lucifer holding your shoulders. You didn't seem to mind as Diavolo kept pressure on your hips and continued to slowly drag his cock along your walls, shivering with your eyes closed, mouth open as you gasped.

A needy whine leaving you as you tried your best to squirm on Diavolos cock, silently begging him to go faster was when Lucifer made his move. You were so completely fucked out by this point, it would be a wonder if you knew your name if you were asked.

Slipping his cock in-between your swollen lips he let out a hiss, your throat accepting so much of his cock, a hum of delight as you squealed while sucking him harder. Diavolos cock twitching inside of you making you moan...fuck, it was almost to good to be true.

It wasn't until Lucifer was cumming down your throat that your eyes shot open, but only for a moment. The prince had wanted to last a bit longer, he truly had, but so deep inside of you while you took the Morning Stars cock like a professional was his undoing. Lucifers grunts as he carefully fucked your throat, holding both sides of your head still was beautiful to watch.

The warmth of Diavolo's seed deep inside of you caused you to shudder, becoming light headed as two pairs of hands quickly lifted you back to a sitting position. Panting against Diavolos chest you almost couldn't keep your eyes open. You managed to shift just enough to see Lucifer, cock limp in his hands as he panted as well. He had been face fucking you while Diavolo was fucking your hole...

If you hadn't seen Lucifer there, you may have thought you imagined it. A spell or enchantment by the Prince. Hiding your face in your hands against Diavolo's chest you weren't sure how to proceed. You hadn't meant to have sex with Diavolo...or even swallow Lucifer's cum... but fuck if it didn't feel amazing.

The next week had been awkward... both of them making little excuses here and there throughout their days to see you, check on you. Lord Diavolo had even sent you lunch on the day you had missed it. You hadn't realized, as you were in the library with Satan trying to study and had lost track of time on one of your few, precious days off from schooling.

You had tried to bring up what happened one time. Just the once. Casual tone as you spoke with Lucifer outside of his bedroom door. You had caught him retrieving a paper for work and taken your chance. It had seemed silly and desperate, sure to be brushed off by the eldest brother. Lucifer literally had a fan club, and so did the Prince. People throwing themselves at them wasn't anything new to them...

But when Lucifer had taken you into his room by your wrist and closed the door, you had been surprised. Your core filling with heat as he pressed you against the locked door and held himself just millimeters away from you, leaning against his arm that rested above your head.

The intense look in his eyes as he closed the gap and pinned you between himself and the door, his hot breath in your ear as he placed needy kisses to your neck wildly had taken your breath away. His deep voice begging you to just wait one more week. Just one. Everything would be dealt with and he and the Prince would speak with you soon. All you could do was nod as he drew needy whines from your lips, desperate for more contact, more of that fleeting feeling as he pulled away and ushered you out of his door. Not another word or touch.

Collecting yourself, you had hurried to your room and cum your brains out while replaying the night in Lord Diavolos office and Lucifers hot kisses.

The week had passed, they still checked in on you. But now being alone with them was nerve wracking. What of they told you to buzz off and act like it never happened?

They had picked you up outside the House of Lamentation, from there a quick teleport to the human realm. The three of you stood outside of a small diner, getting into a limo from there.

Lucifer and Lord Diavolo sat on one seat, next to eachother, yourself on the back bench, all alone.

Granted you had only been in their presence for less than five minutes...but it was torture. Lucifers face was the same as always. Perfect. Crimson eyes scanning a piece of paper written in infernal. You couldn't read it, the only thing you did know was that the typed letter already had Diavolos initials in some blanks. Lucifer was putting his initials next to Diavolos. You had been working on learning the language, but were still just a beginner.

Averting you eyes, you settled for looking outside. Nothing but trees for miles it seemed. At least you knew they weren't planning on killing you... they could have done that way earlier and simpler in the Devildom.

Lord Diavolos face was his usual as well. Bright, happy smile as he whispered to Lucifer In infernal. Lips so close to his ear it made you want to shudder. The last time he had whispered in your ear, it too had been infernal...but his cock had told you what his lips wouldn't.

Lucifer handed back the document to the Prince. His golden eyes scanning it quickly as a deep smile took his lips.

"Mc," The Princes voice had caught you off gaurd, making you jump slightly as you sat up straight.

"Yes?"

"Lucifer and myself have come to a few term agreements. Should you wish to join, amendments can be made for you, while the document is in infernal, we have both agreed to read it to you and explain any parts you may want more information on."

"How do I know what your telling me and what they say are the same?" You almost expected some sort of joke...

"That has been discussed, I will read it word for word for you. Lucifer will explain any questions you have. On account I can not lie and can detect lies, I was elected for this part. Though I much rather have the other." He smiled softly as he scooted himself from Lucifers side and pulled your arm gently.

Getting the hint, you sat yourself between the two, looking up to them to make sure you were right.

Diavolo let out a low growl, more infernal slipping from his lips as he stared down next to you.

Lucifers smooth voice answered back, a small smirk on his lips as you turned to him when he spoke.

You would definitely need to learn infernal...of that you were sure. You just wished it wasn't so damn hard.

"Mc," Diavolo's voice was soft, " I was unsure of how to go about this... but at the end of the day, we are demons. While you hold power over Lucifer, for previously mentioned reasons we have discussed, you will never be able to hold power over me." A small smile gently took his lips as you looked up to him. You knew why. It was still too much. Uniting the realms was one thing...but the amount of work it would take would be long and grueling. The Prince, future King of a realm being able to be controlled by another from another realm would only mess everything up. Put things in jeopardy. "Atleast, not in any intimate way. Which I apologize for."

"You're going to be King one day. I understand Diavolo. If for some reason I were to be alive when it happens, it would be too much power...and I could be abused or tortured to make you do things. I already know you don't want anything terrible to happen to the Devildom." You gave a small smile as you looked to him. Oh, you had dreamed about a pact with him... being needy with want and ordering the prince to take you when and were you wanted. To do all sort of sinful things... but such power could be twisted against him somehow, something you didn't dare risk. Atleast with Lucifer, Diavolo could stop any and all things that may happen. He strength alone insured that. "I'm not mad, I understand...though it is nice to dream about...feeling that closeness with you like I do him and his brothers." You looked to your finger nails. "I didn't mean for that to sound like a guilt trip." You quickly added, glancing back to him quickly.

"I know you did not. You are not the type. Though, I believe if you were to beg on your knees in front of me, I just might make every other request you have be realized." His body was turned more towards you now, mischievous grin on his handsome features, you couldn't help but look away while your face heated. "This paper is a contract, Mc. No where near as personal as a pact, as that can not be offered...but I do wish to offer you what I can. To you and Lucifer both." His eyes caught the demons behind you before shifting back to yours. "It states many different things, this simple piece of paper, but by my enchantment and Lucifers, I will be held to these standards. If not, it will be...very painful for me." He gave a small laugh.

Pain? You didn't want him to hurt himself.

"Mc," Lucifers voice shifting behind you as arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you onto his lap, angling himself and you towards Diavolo, "Diavolo offers protections. His rank and authority will mean nothing in certain regards to us. It won't harm the kingdom, and it ensures your safety."

"What about yours?" You tilted your head back to look up at him.

"Those were decided years ago."

"Your oath?"

"Indeed. This paper, as far as my part, is more of...a more in detail adjustment to prior things between the Prince and myself. As I am pact bound to you, I saw no reason why more paperwork was needed on that end, even if you accept my proposal or not."

"What proposal, Lucifer?" Fuck, you knew what you wanted to hear from him, but he meant could be two very different things...

"All in good time, Darling." His smile and eyes were soft as he ran a thumb down your neck, stopping at you collar bone, only to creep back up and gently turn you to face Diavolo. "Though I'm unsure how long our needy Prince will be able to stay sane to get through such important paperwork." You didn't miss the small pur to his voice as he adjusted you in his lap, the hand not around your waist tracing small random patterns on your outter thigh.

You had seen that look before. Diavolos small pants as he swallowed hard, eyes holding lust as he looked between the two of you. "Lucifer is right. As soon as all is in order, I may not be able to wait until we reach our destination..."

"Read." Lucifers voice was calm, gentle.

The Prince cleared his throat and looked away to the paper in his hands. Lucifers hand left your thigh, but only for a moment to hand you a pen.

"This paper is nothing court official, as it is private and pertaining to just us three, but it is bound by myself and Lucifer's magic, if you were to agree, it would also be bound by yours as well. This is simply a list of things you would or wouldn't be okay with while in a relationship with me. You may do whatever you please with Lucifer, even if you agree to the first question or not, but no other than me." He turned the clip board to you.

"Truly lousy presentation." Lucifers voice was soft and teasing as he held the clipboard in front of you. "You simply need initial if you are completely fine with what it says, if you are not, you may write in amendments that you wish to make. Seems our handsome Prince was thinking more with his cock than his brain, as he signed first, which means whatever amends you wish to make he will have to deal with."

You couldn't help the blush, your face heating so hard you felt like your head could explode. These were private relationship terms for you and Diavolo...and Diavolo and Lucifer...

"First question, Darling. Perhaps the most important one. Do you wish to enter a romantic relationship with Prince Diavolo? If so, simply initial here." He pointed.

"I did wish to ask you out a more...normal way...but I believe Lucifer may be correct about what was doing a majority of my thinking these past two weeks." The sheepish look in his eyes before he turned away with a small flush made you smile. "I simply did not wish to push you into anything to quickly."

"Ever the gentleman. So what say you Mc? Do you wish to accept his piss poor asking of such an important question?" While Lucifers voice held no malice, it seemed to be more of a jab to Diavolos dignity, though not one meant to hurt, but simply prove to him that something like this deserved some more...finesse, than a piece of paper.

Turning in Lucifers lap, you cupped a hand around your mouth and whispered softly. "You said I could make amendments...would making it so he had to ask me be to far?" You slid back down into his lap while looking up to him.

The smile on his lips was nothing short of devious. "I believe you are now seeing how desperate we've made the Prince. A bit of fun at his expense would help to insure he made wiser choices, instead of listening to his cock so completely." Lucifers lips drug against the side of your neck as a soft, warm kiss was pressed to your neck. "I wished to ask you once we arrived at our destination, but question two will render it almost useless, though if you amend it, I am sure I will not dissapoint."

Looking at the second line the infernal was exactly the same, only difference being it held Lucifer's name instead of Diavolos, you looked away with a blush. "I won't hold yours against you." You wanted to hide your face. You were so extraordinarily happy to initial to become Lucifers lover...but the embarrassing feeling just wouldn't shake.

A gentle hum rumbled your back as you sat against him. "I do believe we could make him suffer tonight for such piss poor planning, if you would wish to help. I know exactly what we could do to ensure he does things properly in the future." Another kiss to your neck made you involuntarily sigh as you leaned into his attention.

Eyes shifting to Diavolo, you bit your lip and nodded. Lucifers hand guiding your script as he wrote with your hand on the pen as well drew a small chuckle from him. It was written in infernal. "It says he can not touch you in any sexual manner until he asks you out at our destination, and if you should find it unsatisfactory, he will have to try again. Once those needs have been met, your signature will take hold permanently, until then your initials are just a promise to let Diavolo try and and ask you out." Lucifer released his hand, sliding it back up your thigh to rest on your hip. "The car ride still has hours to go... do you think we could make the Prince beg on his knees like a man obsessed? Make him beg for the chance to cum as he watches me satisfy you, unable to even gently move your hair from your face? To hold you next to him just inches away while I fuck you. Do you think he'll break?" Lucifers gloved finger trailed over your neck again. You weren't sure when you had began to pant. "All you need do is sign your initials by the amendment and on the line.

The pen seemed to move on its own, your writing sloppy compared to theirs. The two signatures looked different, one grayed out, but there. The magics must have been waiting for that part to be fulfill. For Diavolo to ask you out in a way you liked... the amendment had turned gold as you initialed it. You also signed number two. The letters turning Gold in an instant as you threw the pen to Diavolos lap, pushing the clip board to him as well.

You had agreed to be both men's lovers. Though Diavolos would take time to set...Lucifers did not. All the teasing touches and whispered words had you desperate to drive the Prince mad with want as Lucifer suggested. Turning in his lap, you pressed your lips to the fallen angels, a moan leaving you as you looked up to him.

"I wish I could promise my first time inside of you would be soft and slow...but we are both to needy for that, my Darling." He whispered as he turned you around in his lap, to face Diavolo. His hands sliding around your body, simply just taking in the feeling of you. "I believe subjecting the Prince to watch while you touch him just a few times might very well make him agree to whatever you like, Mc."

You wanted to ask, but Lucifer already was answering your question. "It said he could not touch you...but you may touch him all you like. Though, I think the less the better this time. Don't you?"

You nodded as you watched Diavolo lean back, tent in his pants already so big as he harshly hissed, hand rubbing him through his pants. Lucifers fingers had trailed up you clothing to find a nipple. His soft rubbing and exploration making you blush and gasp while you held your eyes with Diavolos.

"Or perhaps we make him suffer longer? I can bring you to climax, let you touch all over him until he until he almost comes...then finish you off. Let him watch as you cum around my cock...then simply fuck you until I come once we arrive and settle in at our destination. Make him wait to ask you. He'll be begging for the chance for you to say yes to him to agree to be with him. In these past two weeks, I've become rather found of watching the big bad all powerful Prince of the Devildom beg for simple things such as cumming."

A shudder went through you body as you watched Diavolo undo his trousers and grab his cock. "Are you sure you don't want to cum now and again later?" Your voice so much more needy than you intended.

"It's called edging, Mc. I enjoy it, and I'm hoping one day I'll be able to do the same to you, but for this, I'll take you here and now while we watch Diavolo beg for even simple kisses. I'll cum inside of you deeper than he did all those days ago, and make him watch as you find pleasure in nothing but me this time. I'll force him to watch as I use your body to my needs before he can even think about asking you out. If he fails the first time, repetition will make him break and beg you on his knees to be with you."

Fuck, the thought of Lord Diavolo on his knees, cock twitching in his pants just for the chance to do something as simple as ask you out had you so close to cumming already... Lucifers hot whispers and touches weren't helping either.

"Lean against him, Mc. Your back to his chest, if you truly wish to make our point."

Doing as instructed, even Diavolo assisted. Removing his hand from his erect cock to seat you between his legs. Cock pressing into your back as you leaned you back gently. "Like this?"

"It's perfect, Darling. I'm going to make you cum on my cock while we make him watch. Feel as I fuck into you... and you'll be so close and he will be helpless to do anything but watch as my cock stretches your hole. He can't even seek his own release in this position." A devilish smirk truly fitting of the Morning Star made you wiggle your hips. A grunt from Diavolo as your body moved against his cock, causing him to grip the seat made you blush harder.

In just a few minutes, Lucifer had you naked against Diavolos body, the pre cum leaking from the head of the Prince's cock smearing on your back as Lucifer steadily stroked his cock in and out of your hole, rhythm never faltering as you shook with orgasms His pace relentless as Diavolos growls and hums rumbled your chest, further sending you down the rabbit hole of mindless bliss.

Your arms found there way around Diavolos neck, holding tightly as Lucifer continued to take his pleasure with your body. "Luci-Lucifer!" Your cry was weak and pathetic as you tried to catch your breathe.

"Do you wish to show our Prince some mercy?" His grunts deep as he continued to pound into with reckless abandon.

All you could do was nod. You wanted to touch the man behind you so badly.

You got your wish as Lucifer used his demonic strength to treat you like a sex toy, moving you to your knees, bent over facing Diavolo, arms at ypur sides as he held your wrist, pulling you you so you could look Diavolo in the eyes. It was torturous. You wanted your hands free to roam Diavolos body, to grab his cock and stroke it in tandem with Lucifers forceful thrust. Instead ypu settled with what you could as your next orgasm approached. Kissing Diavolo with everything your body had as the Princes hand did the work you wanted to for you.

The kiss didn't last more than a minute, Lucifer pulling you up to his chest as his hand rested on your hip, the other around your throat, body on full display for Diavolo to continue to jerk off too, being able to see as Lucifer's cock was buried deep between your wet thighs inside of you and how it kept sliding in and out of your raw used hole.

Diavolo would gladly die happy. The sight of Lucifers cock using your holes for nothing more than your pleasure and to torture him so...

The Princes seed hitting your thighs and abdomen sent another wave of pleasure through you as Lucifers grip on your throat tightened. The harsh slam of his hips on your ass, the sound of your wet hole being used... all of it was too much to bare anymore.

Your body was shaking as you rode out the hardest orgasm of your life. Eyes on Diavolo as he panted roughly, covered in his own cum, pants a mess from jerking off to you and Lucifer.

Once you had come down enough, Lucifer slid his hard cock from you slowly, watching as your fluids held to him gently, placing you gently against the Princes chest as you took what you could for air into your lungs. He hadn't harmed you, simply held you in place, and from the way your hole tightened when his grip did, he knew for a fact it was something you enjoyed.

Diavolo gently set you onto his lap, the sight of his cum touching you skin and being so close to him after he had cum... Lucifer truly was a demon. He would have to endure even more once he reached their destination, but he was ready for it.

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