#amber aga

[softboynick]

it's all in my head (i fuck up again and again) by sunnysideprince, art by @solifelessblog

When Henry loses his father at eighteen, he loses a part of himself along the way. Without the support of a loving and caring family and his father's unyielding love keeping him shielded from the pressures of a life he never chose; he falls headfirst into dangerous habits. He seeks refuge in places that aren’t any good for him. They call him 'The Powder Princess,' but Alex Claremont-Diaz is the most dangerous drug of all.

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My fic for @aroyallybigbangrwrb is finally out!!

A HUGE thank you to everyone who has helped shape what this fic has become. Thank you to Amber (@taste-thewaste) for being the very first person I've shared this idea with and who encouraged me to join this big bang. Thank you to Aga (@henrysfox) for helping me stay sane and motivated to write. Thank you to Mel (@onthewaytosomewhere) for agreeing to beta this monstrosity of a fic.

I also want to give an especially huge thank you to my artist, Tsu. It was truly a mindfuck to see my words to come to life with such beautiful artwork. She is so so so talented, and I'm so glad to be paired with such an amazing artist.

Happy reading!! xx

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[shadowdaddies]

I’m in desperate need of more ACOTAR x male! Reader. I’m a pretty newly out trans dude and the lack of x m!reader content is criminal. I lovedddd your Eris x quiet male reader, but I would love to see more!!! Maybe with a louder/vocal reader?

hi! thanks for your patience with this request, I've been a bit slow getting to them lately but I hope this is worth the wait❤️‍🔥

Echoes in Autumn

Eris x m!Reader smut

Warnings: smut below the cut, light bondage (fire play)

Taking a small sip from the chalice in your hand, you surveyed the room of nobility before you. Lord and Ladies danced, drank, and droned on in conversation about trivial matters which they held in the highest esteem.

Fighting the scowl that played on your features, you scanned the space in search of the one person you were there to see when a familiar firm hand ran lightly across your backside. 

You gasped, eyes wide as you turned meet Eris’s amber gaze. A dark chuckle left his lips. “So reactive, as always,” he purred with a wicked smirk before turning to look out over the room of people. 

“It is terribly boring here, isn’t it?” he sighed, swirling the burgundy liquid in his own glass with a grimace. 

“I don’t know why I bother coming to these events,” you lied, praying to the Mother he wouldn’t notice how your face flushed as you stood so close to the only reason you came tonight.

Eris was perceptive as ever though, eyes glittering with mischief as they burned into the side of your face. “There are far more interesting places in the Forest House,” he mused, arching a questioning brow as he turned toward the ballroom doors. 

Setting your drink down on a nearby table, you followed the swift-moving flash of dark red hair as Eris’s long legs carried him out the doors. The moment the wood clicked shut behind you, Eris’s hand moved down once more to your ass.

Pulling your body flush against his own, his free hand wound it’s way under your waist coat, warmth gripping your ribcage in desperate attempt to get as close as possible. Heat spread through your body, as though his flame was spreading through you like wildfire. 

Lips crashed to yours, hungry and searching. Eris’s tongue slid along your mouth in silent request, a hand brought down sharply on your ass when you didn’t comply. Your breathy moan granted him the access he craved, the taste of cinnamon overwhelming your senses as Eris’s tongue danced with yours.

Hips ground against each other, his hard length rubbing your own with delicious friction. Groaning into his mouth, you pulled back to catch your breath and were met with Eris’s wild eyes and mussed hair. “My room, now,” he growled, taking your hand in his to guide you down the long hallway.

Unlocking the door to his bedroom, Eris pulled you inside and in one fluid motion, whirled you around behind him. Back against the door, you were hypnotized watching the outline of the Autumn heir’s toned form in the dim faelight, the way his hair caught the glow like a soft flame. 

The lock clicked in place behind you, snapping you from your daze just as Eris began to pull frantically at your coat and shirt. Bare chested, you bit down a moan at the feeling of Eris’s lips trailing down your neck to the exposed skin of your chest.

Your own hands fumbled for his shirt, tugging at the buttons of the tunic with such fervor several of them clattered to the ground. Eris pulled back, looking to his ruined shirt and letting out a low laugh. 

“Eager, are we?” he purred, but you couldn’t be embarrassed when you saw the same hunger in his own eyes. Lips found yours once more, this time slower, as though he remembered he wanted to savor this moment.

Eris drew one finger down your torso, sending shivers down your spine. With a playful tug at the hem of your pants, lips moved to trail along your jaw, down to your neck. 

Just as he reached the soft spot on your throat he knew would send you reeling, his hand dipped into your trousers, wrapping around your hard length. Head slamming back against the door, you brought a hand to your mouth to stifle your lewd moan as you jerked into his hand.

“No,” Eris huffed, lips pulling away from where they’d sucked bruising marks on your neck. Flames wrapped around your wrists, pulling them taut over your head. “I want to hear every pleasurable sound I wring from you tonight.”

Cheeks warm and flushed, you nodded vigorously under his gaze. “Good,” he purred, cocky demeanor back to play as you felt your remaining scraps of clothing burn away to ash. 

Eris knelt down before you, whiskey-colored eyes looking up through long lashes as he licked your length from base to tip. “Fuck, Eris,” you moaned, eyes rolling back with pleasure. Pumping slowly, torturously, up and down your cock, Eris licked the sensitive vein, sucking on the tip, edging you until you were a babbling mess.

“Eris, please,” you pleaded in a whine, “I want you to take me.” Eris’s cock twitched in his pants at your words, the cuffs of flame releasing you in favor of Eris walking you back towards the massive four-poster bed, lips never leaving yours.

“Lay back,” he directed with a nod, hands working to remove his own pants. You crawled to the center of the bed, back arched to show off the ass you knew he loved. Eris smirked appreciatively, crawling behind you on the mattress. 

Hands slid up the backs of your thighs, stopping to squeeze the flesh of your ass as you heard a needy groan from behind you. “So good for me,” Eris murmured, emanating heat against your backside when you felt a cool liquid drip over your tight hole. 

Slowly, Eris pushed one finger inside of you, both of your groans echoing through the room as he pumped and curled, working you open for him. As nimble fingers brushed that most sensitive spot, you collapsed into the pillows, muscles contracting while you tried to muffle the lewd sounds that left you with no control.

Suddenly, Eris’s hand was withdrawn, the absence of his touch leaving you cold. “I told you not to hide those noises from me,” he warned before effortlessly flipping you onto your back.

“Do you want me to take care of you?” the heir questioned, brow arched as he stared down at you through a curtain of flaming hair. 

“Yes, Eris,” you pleaded, still breathless from the pleasure that had been ripped from you moments prior. “Please touch me.” You reached toward him with your hands, only to find them pinned once again in circles of flame.

“Good boy,” he cooed, hiking your legs to your chest. The tip of his cock prodded at your entrance, and he smirked. “Let’s hear it, then.”

With a single thrust, Eris’s cock stretched you out, impossibly full when you felt his head brushing your walls perfectly. You knew you wouldn’t last long as he started moving, each thrust calculated and precise to drive you over the edge. It was almost frightening how well he knew your body, how he played you like an instrument for his own pleasure while you laid there, a helpless, moaning mess.

“Eris,” you gasped, voice hoarse from screaming when your wide eyes found his to tell him you were close. “Together,” he grunted, movements growing faster as you felt delicious warmth pulsing along your cock. 

Looking down, you found those tendrils of flame working your length in tandem with Eris’s thrusts, the overstimulation sending your into your orgasm almost instantly. 

Your release splattered all over your chest, Eris’s filling you up before slowly pulling out. Still catching your breath, you looked down to see Eris, tired and watching you with pure adoration.

“How do you feel?” he asked, hands gently rubbing the inside of your thighs as he lowered them to the mattress. 

A small bubble of a laugh escaped you at the ridiculous question. “I think the entire Forest House could attest to just how good I feel.”

A soft smile graced Eris’s lips, caramel eyes flicking to the mess on your stomach as hunger filled his gaze once more. “Stay still,” he mumbled, tongue already on your skin as he licked you clean, sliding up your body as he did so.

Elbows rested on either side of your head, Eris dipping his mouth to yours for one last languid, slow kiss before settling into bed next to you. 

“Eris?” you whispered, heart thumping at his soft sound of question. “You are the only reason I look forward to these events,” you admitted softly. 

Those soft lips pressed to your temple, arm snaking around your waist as your limbs tangled and bodies melded into one. “And I you.”

[kirsteingf]

tempt me ~ eren x reader

sometimes, the things out of reach are the things you want most. like one of your brother's friends, for example.

cw: fingering, praise, degradation, eren fucks you over your kitchen counter while everyone else is asleep, creampie, eren pinches you like once, head (giving), use of good girl

Words: 3.1k

requests open!!

Why is it that something you know you can't have becomes so much more tempting? The word 'forbidden' only existed to encourage, you were sure of it. It was a simple crush at first, stealing glances every now and again, coming downstairs whenever he was over so you could say hi, completely innocent. But, one day Jean overheard you gushing about him to one of your friends, and shut it down before it could even begin.

"Ew, don't talk about Eren like that. I don't want my sister dating someone like him," he said, face contorted in disgust at the mere thought. You just rolled your eyes at him and slammed the door in his face, muttering something about eavesdropping. This didn't stop you from staring, in fact, it made you think about him a whole lot more. You started to come down to "get snacks" while Jean's friends were over, wearing your bed clothes which consisted of some shorter-than-average shorts and one of Jean's old t-shirts without a bra underneath. Eren shamelessly watched as you reached up into the cupboards, shirt riding up so he could see your ass peeking out from the bottom of your shorts - completely not on purpose, of course. This went on for weeks, but neither of you made a move. It started to become regular, Jean's friends over late while the college semester was out. You'd occasionally sit up with them, but tonight you actually had plans so you were already gone by the time they'd arrived. You could only hope that they were still there by the time you got back.

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When your uber pulled up outside your apartment complex, it was around midnight. The lights in your apartment were dimmed, so you assumed that Jean was still up. What you weren't expecting, however, was a lone Eren standing in your kitchen when you walked through the door. He looked up from the water he was pouring himself, his eyes widening slightly when he saw you standing there. He looked you up and down, and you didn't miss the way his eyes stopped on your thighs before he looked back up at you.

"Have fun?" he asked simply, taking a sip of his drink.

You smiled at him, nodding.

"Mhm, it was a good night. Where's Jean?" You asked casually, slipping your shoes off and leaving them by the door, joining Eren in the kitchen and pouring yourself a cup of water.

"He's in bed," he said, and then pointed towards the living room.

"Everyone else is asleep in there,"

You nodded, sipping your drink. You looked at Eren over your cup, the amber tinted glow from the dimmed spotlights softened his features, the loose strands of hair framing his face perfectly.

"So why are you still up?" You asked, placing your cup in the sink. He looked up at you, shrugging and leaning against the counter.

"I was just making sure you got home okay,"

You smiled, jumping up to sit on the island counter opposite him.

"Aww, really? That's sweet," You swung your legs from the counter, leaning slightly forwards on your hands.

"What did you guys get up to today?" You asked, grabbing one of the half eaten bags of nachos off the counter and snacking on them.

Eren shrugged, moving towards you so he could grab a handful of chips.

"Nothing much, same as usual really,"

You nodded, humming as you placed the bag back down beside you.

"Are you gonna go to bed?" He asked you, placing one hand beside your thigh and reaching behind you to grab another chip from the bag. His close proximity made your heart rate quicken. He was close enough for you to smell the slight remnants of his cologne, and the position of his hips forced your knees to part slightly.

"That depends," you breathed, and Eren raised an eyebrow at you.

"On?"

Eren's hand moved against yours, his touch burning into your skin.

"If you're gonna give me a reason to stay up," you said, voice low as to not wake the others. Eren breathed out a small chuckle, and you watched as he licked his lips, his thumb gently tracing the side of your thigh.

"I can think of a few," he replied, glancing at your lips and then back at your eyes.

"Show me, don't tell me," You hummed, tilting your head as you looked at him innocently.

Eren groaned, smirk playing on his lips as he rested one of his hands on your thighs.

"You're killing me," he whispered, lips already dangerously close to yours.

"Jean would kill me,"

You rolled your eyes, hand coming up to cup his jaw as you closed the distance, his fingers gripping your thigh as you threaded your fingers through his hair. Eren placed his hands on your hips, pulling you slightly closer to him so you could wrap your legs around him, your dress riding up your thighs as a result. You opened your mouth slightly, and he wasted no time in slipping his tongue inside, relishing in the soft whimpers that left your mouth. You could feel Eren between your thighs, his grey sweats leaving a thin layer between his hardening cock and your clothed pussy. You pulled away first, breaths quick and lips glistening from the kiss.

"You okay?" He whispered, and you nodded glancing over at the living room to make sure everyone was still asleep.

"Mhm, I want you to touch me," you whispered, hooking your fingers into his waistband and pulling him closer. Eren hummed, hand creeping up your leg until it reached your middle, fingers ghosting over your clit as he kissed you again. You closed your eyes, and Eren pulled your panties to the side, two fingers swiping up your slit.

"Fuck, you're wet," he whispered against your lips, and you moaned quietly at the sudden contact, nodding.

"I need you," You whispered back. Eren collected your wetness on his two middle fingers, slowly sliding them into you as he watched your eyes flutter shut. He started slowly, pumping his fingers inside you lazily to get you warmed up while he placed soft kisses across your neck, occasionally nipping at your skin.

"D-Don't Mark me," You whispered, and Eren sucked on your skin teasingly before replying.

"I'm not stupid," he murmured, smirking down at you.

You opened your mouth to reply, but his thumb coming down to rub soft circles into your clit interrupted whatever you were about to say. Your hands gripped his shirt tightly as his fingers curled inside of you, the double simulation causing you to moan slightly too loud. Eren didn't stop, fingers moving at a steady pace inside you.

"Calm down," he whispered, and you nodded.

"Sorry, you're really good at that," you breathed, and Eren smirked, quickening his fingers' pace slightly. He changed the angle of his finger tips, curling them up into your most sensitive spot with every thrust of his hand, his thumb circling your clit in just the right way. Your head was clouded with nothing but lust and Eren. You gripped the edge of the table, head coming down to rest on his shoulder as he brought you closer and closer to the edge. Your whimpers went straight to his cock, his precum creating a small dark patch in his sweats.

"You gonna cum for me like a good girl?" He murmured, and he noticed how you clenched around him at the praise as you nodded against his shoulder.

"Yes, wanna cum please," you whined quietly, and he gave you just what you wanted. His fingers kept up the same pace, other hand coming up to thread into your hair, gently pulling your head back so he could look at you.

"Wanna see how pretty you look cumming on my fingers," he said, and that was enough for you. You tensed up as you felt it approaching, before completely letting go on him, high pitched whimpers leaving your mouth as you coated his fingers in your cum.

"Good girl, just like that," he praised, working you through your orgasm before pulling his fingers out completely, bringing them up to your mouth. You took them into your mouth, Eren watching intently as you sucked them clean.

"I wanna see if you look just as pretty with those lips around my cock," he hummed, pulling his fingers away to help you down off the counter and you complied.

He turned so his back was against the counter, and you dropped to your knees in front of him, your dress dishevelled from having him between your legs moments before. Eren gently brushed your hair away from your face as you pulled his sweats down, and you looked up at him as you took him in your hand. You saw his breath hitch slightly at the sudden contact, his fingers threading through your hair. You didn't waste any time, slowly licking across his tip, his precum coating your tongue as Eren gripped your hair. He muttered a soft fuck under his breath as he felt your lips close around his cock, slowly taking him into your mouth. He was bigger than anyone else you'd been with before - not that he had many competitors - so you decided to take it slowly. Your hand was still wrapped around the base, his tip hitting the back of your throat as your lips grazed your fingers, tears welling in your eyes when you choked slightly on him. His low groans only encouraged you as you bobbed your head on him at a steady pace, hand coming up to meet where your mouth couldn't and Eren couldn't take his eyes off you. He watched how his cock disappeared into your mouth, and the way you used your own drool as lube to stroke him. You were definitely not as innocent as he thought you were.

Hearing him moan for you had your thighs squeezing together as you got him off, searching for the tiniest bit of stimulation.

"Does Jean know how much of a whore his sister is?" He said, voice low as he gripped your hair, pushing you further onto his cock. You moaned at the name, and Eren could only groan as your throat vibrated against his tip.

"You like that? Being told what a little whore you are?"

You nodded as best as you could with your mouth full of him, and he loosened his grip on your hair to allow you some room to pull back and breathe. You stroked him while you caught your breath, looking up at him with spit connecting your lips to the tip of his dick. He moaned at the lewd sight, grabbing your wrist you were using and pulling you up, flipping you around so you were bent over the kitchen counter.

"I can't believe I've held off for this long," he said, hooking his fingers under your panties and pulling them down your thighs.

"I can't believe you have either," you laughed slightly, looking back at him.

"I've tried to get your attention so many times," you admitted, cheeks heating up a little at the confession. Eren smirked, swiping his fingers across your sensitive clit and watching as you gasp.

"I know you have," He gave himself a few strokes before running his tip along your folds, your hole clenching around nothing as he glided over your clit. You whimpered softly, nails gripping into the kitchen counter, looking back at him once more.

"Stop teasing," you whispered, soft moan slipping past your lips as he slowly dragged his cock back through you.

"If you don't like it, why are you moaning like that?" he smirked, watching the way your arousal coated him.

"Please, I just want you inside me already," you whined, and he didn't keep you waiting any longer, mostly because he was getting desperate to feel you too. He rubbed his tip against your hole a few times, before slowly pushing into you, fingers gripping your hip tightly as he gritted his teeth, trying his hardest not to let out the moan he so badly needed to.

"Fuck," he whispered, hips flush against your ass, your pussy practically sucking him in with how desperate you were.

Your breaths quickened as he filled you, your hips pushing back onto him as if you wanted nothing more than to be completely full of his cock.

"Mh- you feel so much better than I imagined," you said shamelessly, thinking of all the nights you'd fingered yourself and imagined he was there fucking you - but your fingers were never enough.

"So do you," he breathed, drawing his hips back before sheathing himself inside you again, finding a slow pace as you got used to him.

"Eren, please just ruin me already, f-fuck," you whispered desperately, and Eren let out a little laugh as he pulled himself almost fully out.

"Such a desperate little slut," He put one hand over your mouth, knowing you weren't going to be able to keep the noise down as he slammed his hips into yours, the muffled moan behind his hand proving him right. If there's one thing Eren could guarantee, it's that you'll be ruined by the time he's finished with you. He just needed to hear you say it. His thrusts were fast and deep, hitting all the right spots as he gripped your face, trying to keep your noise to an absolute minimum. You moaned against his hand, short, high pitched whines as he abused your hole, tears threatening to spill due to the relentless pace of his hips.

"Shut up," he gritted out, pinching your thigh lightly as a warning. You tried your best to contain yourself, but it wasn't easy when Eren knew just what to do to make you feel good.

"Touch yourself," he instructed, placing his hand on top of yours and guiding it to your neglected clit, his finger resting on yours as he moved it in small circles against it. You gasped at the sudden contact, hole clenching around him as you worked circles into your clit as best as you could with Eren drilling you from behind.

"I want you to cum around me, think you can do that for me like a good girl?" He leant down to whisper in your ear, and you nodded against his hand, squeezing your eyes shut as you chased your building orgasm. He could feel how close you were by the way your walls squeezed him just right, his thrusts becoming slightly erratic as his approached, throaty groans leaving him and contrasting your soft whines.

"'M gonna cum," you said, muffled against his hand and he shook his head, clamping his hand a little tighter around your mouth.

"Don't tell me, show me," he whispered, using your own words against you as he kept the same rhythm to help you ride out your orgasm.

You came undone on him, your back arching as pleasure washed over you, unable to help any noises that left your mouth, Eren's hand proving to be a pointless attempt at keeping you silent.

"Such a noisy slut, fuck," he cursed, chasing his own high, your cum helping him slide effortlessly into you as you laid forwards against the counter, chest heaving as he used your hole.

"I-Inside, please. Wanna feel you fill me up," you panted and Eren didn't need to be told twice, almost doubling over as his hips stilled inside you. He used the counter to steady himself, gritting his teeth to stop himself from moaning to loud, a string of curses and praises leaving his mouth in a whisper as he dumped his cum deep inside your pussy. He removed his hand from your mouth, looking at your fucked out face for a moment before brushing your hair away from it.

"Pretty girl," he whispered, placing a kiss on the side of your head.

He slowly pulled himself out, hissing at the slight overstimulation, and watched his cum drip down your thighs. He knew cumming inside you probably wasn't his smartest decision of the night, but fuck you were practically begging for it. He helped you pull your panties back up again, smoothing out your now crinkled dress and pulling it down to its normal length.

"Come," he demanded with a soft voice, taking your hand and quietly leading you upstairs to the bathroom. He locked the door behind you both, running the warm tap and grabbing one of the washcloths from your cupboard.

"Wow, you know your way around," you teased, watching him intently with a smile. "What, you don't snoop?" He joked with a soft laugh, squeezing out the excess water from the cloth and lifting up your dress again. He cleaned the mess off your thighs and you studied his face, features soft as he took care of you in such an intimate way. He rinsed the cloth clean in the warm tap, before throwing it into the laundry basket in the corner of your bathroom.

"Thank you," You smiled up at him, hooking your arms around his neck.

"You don't have to thank me," he replied, placing a soft kiss on your forehead, and then your lips.

You opened your mouth to reply, but you were interrupted by a faint knock coming from the other side of the door. You froze, as did Eren, afraid to even move.

"Eren, I'm gonna piss myself if you don't hurry up," you heard Connie's voice on the other side of the door, and you both visibly relaxed a little. You were relieved it wasn't Jean, but you couldn't tell if it was a blessing or a curse since Connie had the biggest fucking mouth out of everyone in the friend group. Eren unlocked the door, glancing at you with a worried look before he twisted the handle, slowly opening the door.

Connie stood there with his hand between his thighs, stepping from foot-to-foot out of desperation.

"Thank fuck, I almost wet my-" he paused, eyes wide as he saw you standing beside Eren, eyes glancing between the two of you.

"You're a dead man, Jaeger," he said quietly, almost sounding excited to see how all of this will play out. He held back a laugh as he put two and two together.

"Please don't say anything, Connie," you pleaded to him with a whisper, Eren walking out of the bathroom without a word.

"I'll try my best," he laughed, turning to Eren with his hand up, waiting for a high-five. Eren slapped his hand away, shaking his head with a confused look on his face.

"Just piss already, Jesus Christ,"

Connie laughed and walked past you both, locking the door behind him. You looked at Eren with a half worried-half amused look on your face.

"It'll be fine..right?"

[keithsandwich]

Loss

Word Count: ~700

Rating: Teen And Up

Tags: Pregnancy, Parenting, Grief, Depression, Memory Loss.

Summary: The former King of Jade congratulates Maeve (OC) on her pregnancy, but the ghosts from the past are haunting him.

Notes: This was written in one sitting yesterday, and although I've edited a bit today, it may contain errors. Spoilers from Keith's route, but mainly some assumptions I'll mention in the end.

"Iris! Please!" Maeve shouted, to no ears. Both Iris and her maid had already disappeared into the garden. The kid was running relentlessly, the woman was trying to prevent her from going too far.

Meanwhile, Maeve sighed where she stood, beneath the shadows of the trees, with one toddler fussing in her arms and a baby kicking inside her belly. She rocked Aurora, attempting to calm her down. Back, and forth, and back again.

"Are you pregnant again?"

The calm voice startled her. She hastily turned to the former King and curtsied awkwardly while holding the little girl. He chuckled. No matter how many times he had told her there was no need for it, Maeve had never lost the habit.

"It just started showing." It had been six moons if her counts were correct. Her belly used to show sooner in the past, but now it had grown naturally round and soft even when she wasn't expecting. "I'm sorry, I thought the kids had already told you about their new sibling."

"I don't recall if they did," the former King said softly. His arms reached to take Aurora from hers. She was still wailing and kicking. Her grandfather started to rock her like Maeve had been doing, but with such gentleness he could easily be mistaken for Keith at a distance.

"I see... They must be used to it by now..." Maeve whispered with disappointment and looked away. Her hand touched her belly idly. In the distance, they could hear Iris laughing loudly as Aurora started to grow quieter.

"No, no, the fault is probably in my memory. It's not working as it did in the past, I wouldn't be surprised if they told me and I just... Forgot it. No offense."

His words captured Maeve's attention again. They looked at each other. Her interactions with the King had always been brief and stiff, although she knew he was a good grandfather -- way better than the father he had been. Having him somehow trying to comfort her was a rare thing.

"None taken. Don't worry about it."

"This is a good thing, you know? Having a big family. This is what we wanted, but..." his voice trailed off as gradually as Aurora's fussing, until they both fell silent. He reached for a flower from a lower tree branch and swirled it in front of her, sparking her curiosity and prompting her to reach for it with her little hands. "Sometimes I wonder if this is why... She passed so soon..."

"You mean...?"

"He knew of our plans. Three was easier to... To get rid of..." The former King looked at her, and in his tired amber eyes, she saw pain. Despair. A quiet cry for help. Maeve had heard that ever since Keith showed him the evidence of Fernand's guilt, the former King had been withering in grief; his mind so consumed by that that it started to weaken. The memories from minutes ago slipping away as he refused to let go of the memories from the past.

Maeve stepped forward, putting her hand on his shoulder.

"There's no way of knowing that. Don't torture yourself overthinking, please."

Then it all happened so fast. Aurora opened the cutest little smile with all of her four teeth and babbled with joy when she grabbed the flower, and Iris dashed in with her maid on her trail. "Granpapa! Granpapa!" she screamed excitedly, throwing herself against his long legs. If he weren't so sturdy, she could've thrown him to the ground.

"Iris, be careful!" Maeve tried to caution her daughter, but the former King used his free hand to tap hers lightly over his shoulder in reassurance. Then he leaned away from her touch to lift Iris up. The two girls giggled, safe in each of their grandfather's arms.

He turned to take a look at Maeve again. His gaze remained a little longer on her belly, as if intrigued by it.

"Oh, there's another one on the way, isn't there?"

Maeve gave him the most gracious smile she could.

"Yes! Yes, there is!"

End Notes: Okay, so, while during Keith's route it is said that he can't prove Fernand's involvement in Til's death, I have a feeling this is something that still can be done as his story is developed. And I assume it would probably be devasting for the King to know he's been blind for so long to the wrong deeds of his brother. Oh, and while Keith's mother passed when Mireille was born, in this fanfic the King is just being paranoid wondering if Fernand had murdered her too.

"Good, good. I should... I shall... I will congratulate my useless son later for doing one more thing right."

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[the-mortuary-witch]

TYPES OF CRYSTALS

ABUNDANCE: agate, calcite, citrine, diamond, dolomite, garnet, jade, moonstone, peridot, rose quartz, smoky quartz, tourmaline, and zircon.

AVOIDING DANGER: agate, malachite, obsidian, sard, tigers-eye, and topaz. 

ACTIVATE ENERGY: amethyst, calcite, emerald, fluorite, labradorite, opal, pearl, peridot, quartz, tourmaline, zircon, and kyanite. 

ANXIETY: angelite, celestine, cuprite, hematite, jasper, serpentine, and tiger’s eye.

ASTRAL TRAVEL: opal, sapphire, staurolite, quartz, hematite, barite, carnelian, and fluorite. 

AWARENESS: amethyst, ametrine, cats-eye, moldavite, obsidian, opal, quartz, smoky quartz, sodalite, and topaz. 

ANIMALS (TO WORK WITH): agate, cat’s-eye, diopside, hawks-eye, jasper, labradorite, serpentine, and tigers-eye. 

BALANCING: agate, ametrine, apophyllite, aragonite, desert rose, tourmaline, opal, pearl, quartz, garnet, and obsidian. 

BANISHING: aquamarine, beryl, bloodstone, malachite, quartz, and salt. 

BINDING: diamond, jasper, jet, lodestone, obsidian, onyx, salt, and sard. 

BUSINESS AND EMPLOYMENT: bloodstone, emerald, malachite, and tigers-eye. 

CALM AND SOOTHE: amber, amethyst, ametrine, aventurine, beryl, blue lace agate, garnet, hematite, moonstone, opal, rhodonite rose quartz, selenite, sodalite, and topaz. 

CHALLENGES / DIFFICULTIES: azurite, carnelian, diamond, lodestone, malachite, pearl, rhodonite, sard, onyx, and smoky quartz. 

CHANGES / TRANSLATIONS: amber, andalusite, amethyst, aventurine, blue lace agate, citrine, garnet, jasper, kyanite, white quartz

CLARITY: amber, aventurine, aquamarine, beryl, diamond, hawks-eye, hematite, obsidian, onyx, sodalite, topaz, tourmaline, and turquoise.

COMMUNICATION: amazonite, amethyst, angelite, aquamarine, azurite, calcite, carnelian, fluorite, garnet, malachite, quartz, and topaz.

COMPASSION: aventurine, celestine, cuprite, dolomite, howlite, jasper, and rose quartz.

CONFIDENCE: agate, aragonite, bloodstone, blue lace agate, calcite, carnelian, diamond, garnet, labradorite, lodestone, onyx, tigers-eye, and tourmaline. 

COURAGE: agate, aventurine, beryl, calcite, carnelian, diamond, garnet, jade, jasper, labradorite, lapis lazuli, ruby, sard, onyx, and tourmaline. 

CREATIVITY: agate, amber, amethyst, aquamarine, aventurine, calcite, garnet, howlite, smoky quartz, staurolite, tigers-eye, tourmaline, and white quartz. 

DEATH / ANCESTORS / AFTERLIFE: amber, amazonite, carnelian, hematite, jade, jet, lapis lazuli, malachite, obsidian, and petrified wood. 

DIVINATION: amethyst, bloodstone, fluorite, hematite, jasper, jet, moonstone, obsidian, pyrite, quartz, and tigers-eye. 

DREAMWORK: amethyst, rose quartz, desert rose, diamond, onyx, sapphire, and selenite. 

FEAR (TO SUBDUE): blue lace agate, calcite, dolomite, onyx, ruby, sapphire, and sodalite. 

FERTILITY: carnelian, diamond, garnet, jade, jasper, moonstone, pearl, rhodonite, sapphire, and topaz. 

FIDELITY: diamond, garnet, lapis lazuli, rhodochrosite, sapphire, and topaz. 

FOCUS / CONCENTRATION: amazonite, amethyst, ametrine, andalusite, beryl, fluorite, garnet, jasper, kyanite, lepidolite, and obsidian. 

FORGIVENESS: angelite, chrysoberyl, diopside, lodestone, and obsidian. 

FRIENDSHIP: aventurine, blue lace agate, garnet, lapis lazuli, lodestone, moonstone, and rose quartz. 

GRIEF / SORROW (TO DEAL WITH): amber, apatite, aquamarine, carnelian, dolomite, hiddenite, jet, lapis lazuli, malachite, rose quartz, and smoky quartz.

GROUND AND CENTRE ENERGY: agate, amazonite, amethyst, blue lace agate, calcite, garnet, hematite, lodestone, obsidian, petrified wood, quartz, and tourmaline. 

GROWTH: agate, ametrine, amethyst, azurite, beryl, calcite, cats-eye, celestine, charoite, citrine, jade, jasper, onyx, opal, peridot, ruby, serpentine, and tourmaline. 

GUIDANCE: amethyst, ametrine, aquamarine, aragonite, beryl, calcite, jade, kyanite, lodestone, malachite, moonstone, pearl, sodalite, onyx, and tourmaline. 

HEALING: agate, amber, amethyst, ametrine, aquamarine apatite, blue lace agate, beryl, bloodstone, calcite, celestine, danburite, diamond, fluorite, garnet, hawks-eye, hematite, jasper, jet, lapis lazuli, moonstone, peridot, rose quartz, ruby, sapphire, sugilite, sunstone, tourmaline, white quartz, and zircon. 

HEARTBREAK (TO RECOVER FROM): aventurine, beryl, calcite, lapis lazuli, rhodonite, and rose quartz.

HEXES (TO AVOID/BREAK): emerald, jasper, jet, onyx, quartz, ruby, and salt.

HOME / FAMILY: agate, amazonite, apatite, blue lace agate, celestine, citrine, garnet, lodestone, malachite, quartz, salt, smoky quartz, staurolite, topaz, turquoise, and zircon.

INSIGHT: agate, amber, cat’s-eye, jasper, moldavite, opal, sodalite, spinel, topaz, and tourmaline.

INSPIRATION: amethyst, aquamarine, calcite, carnelian, quartz, jade, labradorite, quartz, ruby, selenite, serpentine, tigers-eye, topaz, tourmaline, white quartz, and zircon.

INTUITION: qgate, amazonite, amethyst, aragonite, azurite, calcite, tigers-eye, labradorite, fluorite, moonstone, pyrite, ruby, sapphire, sard, sodalite, and turquoise.

JUSTICE / LEGAL MATTERS: amethyst, aventurine, bloodstone, diamond, hematite, jade, jet, lapis lazuli, sapphire, selenite, and tourmaline.

KNOWLEDGE / LEARNING: apatite, apophyllite, beryl, cat’s-eye, charoite, epidote, garnet, sodalite, tigers-eye, and tourmaline.

LOSS (TO DEAL WITH): ametrine, aquamarine, garnet, hiddenite, malachite, moldavite, rose quartz, smoky quartz, and topaz.

LOVE / ROMANCE: agate, alexandrite, amethyst, beryl, apatite, aquamarine, calcite, chrysocolla, calcite, desert rose, diamond, emerald, epidote, garnet, jade, jasper, kunzite, lapis lazuli, moonstone, opal, pearl, rose quartz, ruby, sapphire, sard, onyx, selenite, tourmaline, and zircon.

LUCK: agate, alexandrite, amazonite, aventurine, bloodstone, cats-eye, citrine, diamond, jade, jasper, jet, lodestone, malachite, obsidian, opal, pearl, sard, onyx, smoky quartz, staurolite, sunstone, and tigers-eye.

MANIFESTATION: amber, amethyst, andalusite, blue lace agate, calcite, citrine, garnet, hematite, lepidolite, onyx, pyrite, tourmaline, and sard.

MARRIAGE: aquamarine, beryl, lodestone, onyx, rose quartz, sard, and onyx.

MONEY: agate, aventurine, bloodstone, calcite, jasper, lodestone, malachite, opal, pearl, pyrite, staurolite, tigers-eye, tourmaline, and topaz.

MOTIVATION: amber, calcite, celestine, fluorite, labradorite, serpentine, and zircon.

NEGATIVITY (TO DISPEL/AVERT/PROTECTION FROM): amazonite, ametrine, azurite, carnelian, charoite, dolomite, epidote, garnet, hawks-eye, hematite, hiddenite, jade, jasper, kunzite, lepidolite, malachite, obsidian, onyx, peridot, quartz, rose quartz, ruby, salt, selenite, smoky quartz, tourmaline, and turquoise.

NIGHTMARES (TO WARD OFF/SUBDUE): chrysoprase, garnet, jet, lepidolite, onyx, sapphire, and topaz.

OBSTACLES (TO OVERCOME): agate, azurite, barite, bloodstone, diamond, epidote, fluorite, malachite, moonstone, obsidian, opal. petrified wood, quartz, smoky quartz, and tourmaline.

OPTIMISM: agate, beryl, cat’s-eye, chrysoberyl, citrine, dolomite, jasper, and sunstone.

PAST LIFE WORK: andalusite, cuprite, desert rose, howlite, petrified wood, and white quartz.

PEACE / TRANQUILITY: amethyst, aquamarine, blue lace agate, celestine, desert rose, jade, jasper, kunzite, lapis lazuli, larimar, malachite, obsidian, pearl, peridot, sard, selenite, sodalite, sugilite, topaz, and tourmaline.

PROSPERITY / ABUNDANCE: agate, alexandrite, aventurine, cats-eye, calcite, diamond, dioptase, emerald, jade, jasper, malachite, opal, peridot, ruby, spinel, tigers-eye, and tourmaline. 

PROTECTION / DEFENCE: agate, amber, amethyst, andalusite, angelite, aquamarine, aventurine, black tourmaline, calcite, carnelian, cats-eye, citrine, diamond, emerald, epidote, jade, garnet, jasper, jet, onyx, obsidian, quartz ruby, sapphire, sard, serpentine, smoky quartz, sunstone, tigers-eye, tourmaline, turquoise, and zircon. 

PSYCHIC ABILITIES (TO ENHANCE): alexandrite, amethyst apatite, aquamarine, aragonite, beryl, calcite, charoite, citrine, desert rose, diamond, emerald, hawks-eye, jasper, jet, labradorite, lapis lazuli, malachite, moldavite, moonstone, obsidian, opal, peridot, pyrite, quartz, ruby, sapphire, smoky quartz, sodalite, and tourmaline.

PURIFICATION / CLEANSING: amber, amethyst, ametrine, aquamarine, aragonite, calcite, charoite, lepidolite, moldavite, pearl, peridot, quartz, smoky quartz, topaz, and zircon.

RECONCILIATION: apatite, beryl, diamond, lodestone, and quartz.

RELATIONSHIPS: amazonite, amber, aquamarine, barite, beryl, chrysocolla, garnet lodestone, lapis lazuli, obsidian, onyx, peridot, rose quartz, ruby, sapphire, sodalite, and tourmaline.

REMOVE / RELEASE: agate, aventurine, carnelian, dolomite, fluorite, moonstone, obsidian, peridot, quartz, and topaz.

RENEWAL / REBIRTH / NEW BEGINNINGS: ametrine, aquamarine, bloodstone, calcite, carnelian, citrine, garnet, hawks-eye, hematite, peridot, petrified wood, quartz, selenite, serpentine, topaz, tourmaline, turquoise, and white quartz.

SEX / SEXUALITY: agate, Ruby, cuprite, garnet, jasper, rose quartz, ruby, sapphire, serpentine, smoky quartz, spinel, tigers-eye, topaz, and zircon.

SPIRIT GUIDES: amethyst, ametrine, azurite, barite, bloodstone, emerald, howlite, jade, labradorite, moonstone, quartz, salt, sapphire, sugilite, and tourmaline.

SPIRITUALITY: alexandrite, amethyst, ametrine, apatite, barite, beryl, bloodstone, blue lace agate, calcite, celestine, charoite, citrine, desert rose, diamond, dolomite, fluorite, garnet, lapis lazuli, lodestone, malachite, moldavite, pearl, quartz, rose quartz, staurolite, tourmaline, and turquoise.

STABILITY: amazonite, amber, amethyst, ametrine, azurite, calcite, celestine, cuprite, dolomite, garnet, jasper, kyanite, lodestone, quartz, rhodochrosite, and sphene.

STRENGTH: agate, amazonite, amethyst, ametrine, aventurine, bloodstone, charoite, diamond, garnet, hematite, kyanite, lodestone, moonstone, opal, petrified wood, quartz, rose quartz, ruby, sard, onyx, tigers-eye, and tourmaline.

STRESS: agate, angelite, aragonite, beryl, blue lace agate, celestine, diamond, dolomite, howlite, kyanite, labradorite, larimar, lepidolite, petrified wood, rose quartz, selenite, and sodalite.

SUCCESS: agate, alexandrite, amazonite, amber, amethyst, andalusite, aventurine, bloodstone, carnelian, citrine, epidote, fluorite, garnet, jasper, labradorite, malachite, sodalite, spinel, staurolite, sunstone, tigers-eye, turquoise, and zircon.

TRANSFORMATION: amethyst, angelite, azurite, blue lace agate, cats-eye, cerussite, chrysocolla, labradorite, moldavite, obsidian, salt, staurolite, sugilite, and white quartz.

TRAVEL: aquamarine, beryl, emerald, jade, garnet, lapis lazuli, lodestone, malachite, staurolite, and turquoise.

TRUST: amazonite, apophyllite, blue lace agate, charoite, and diamond.

TRUTH: aragonite, danburite, emerald, pyrite, spinel, tigers-eye, and turquoise.

UNITY: amazonite, charoite, diamond, smoky quartz, and zircon.

WELL-BEING: agate, aventurine, beryl, calcite, dioptase, garnet, jade, jasper, kyanite, sugilite, sunstone, and zircon.

WISDOM: amber, agate, amethyst, aquamarine, beryl, blue lace agate, carnelian, chrysocolla, desert rose, garnet, diamond, dioptase, jasper, labradorite, lapis lazuli, moonstone, opal, petrified wood, quartz, rose quartz, ruby, sapphire, sard, onyx, smoky quartz, spinel, sugilite, tigers-eye, topaz, and turquoise.

[dreamersbcll]

A prompt for whenever you have time or feel like writing it: tara struggling with her sexuality and badly wanting to tell sam but she's scared she might not accept her just like her mother

“Tolerate It”

if it’s all in my head, tell me now

(a part two of this post)

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The art of subtlety was going to be the death of Tara.

After all the blood washed away and the bodies that littered her fears cleared, she didn’t really know what was next.

Sam was back. Her parents were gone. Amber was dead. Nothing was quite the way it should be.

Tara thinks that she is okay with that. Change was something that she was learning to be OK with— not like she had any choice. All she could do was move forward, afraid that if she dug her heels in, she would be left behind indefinitely.

Hell was hot enough. To be lonely before entering the depths seemed to be a death sentence in itself.

Yet there was this nagging voice in her head- one that told her she could be safe. That Sam would stay. And that she could be herself— her true self.

They had been through hell and back together, letting Tara get a taste of what her afterlife would be like. With Sam, it was a lot less scary. So maybe, just maybe, it could all be okay. She would be okay.

Tara knew there was no right way to go about something like this. Well, okay, that’s a lie. There was a proper way. Sitting Sam down, perhaps after dinner, and breaking the news to her gently. It was as if Sam was a wild animal that Tara had to break, and ease into the new role they would have to play from then on.

She packed her bags anyway and folded her sheets on her bed neatly for Sam to handle when she inevitably had to leave. That way, her sister would have no problems with getting rid of Tara’s stuff if need be.

Being gay was a liability. It was always something that could make or break a beautiful relationship, tainting the very foundations it stood on. Tara knew that well. She was never able to hold a perfect thing and not demolish it.

After New York and watching Mindy lose a lover of her own, Tara could feel the walls closing in. How could she hide a part of herself that she mourned daily? To die without being honest, honest of who she was and who she loved, and to let Amber die as just a murderer? How could she be so cruel, so callous to the one girl she’s ever loved?

She wouldn’t let Amber die like that. Even if the girl maimed her.

Even if Tara had killed her.

So when Tara got home from university after a long day of learning about queer rights and how to write about her pain, it was decided. She had to do it now, or it would never happen. And she couldn’t live with never.

Dumping her backpack off in the foyer, she wandered the apartment, looking for the person who could calm her fears with the touch of a hand.

Or ruin her once again.

There she found Sam, pacing the living room, one hand pressing her phone to her ear, the other clutching a wad of papers. The phone bill. Sam had been bitching about the prices for a while now.

Quietly sneaking up on her sister, Tara swallowed her pride and calmly asked for her sister’s attention. “Hey, Sam?”

Sam looked up, her stressed smile breaking into one of love and ease. Holding one hand up, signaling Tara to wait, Sam replied. “Hold on, baby. I’m on the phone.”

Her big sister returned to the call, arguing with the person on the phone.

Tara could feel the anxiety bubbling up in her stomach, constricting her throat, cutting off her air supply. Her ears were ringing, and all she could think of was shooting Amber in the head; all she could hear was the body of the one person who could ever love her like that, dying against the wooden floorboards. Forgotten. As if their love never mattered. As if it was never real.

“Sam,” she pleaded, tugging on her sister’s sleeve.

Sam glanced back at Tara, her eyes flashing with annoyance. “Tara, one second, please. I’m here, just gimme a minute,” she said, pulling away from Tara’s grasp.

Once again, without finesse or explanation, Tara blurted out her truth. This time, she did it with closed eyes, her body pulling back, expecting the fallout. The hurt. The pain. She waited for the shrapnel of all those things to dig into her skin, a death by a thousand cuts.

“I’m gay.”

Her big sister froze, pulling the phone away from her ear. “What?”

Tara swallowed hard, her eyes still shut. She could feel hot shame creeping up her neck, coloring her cheeks humiliated. Fuck. This wasn’t right. She fucked it up again. Her demise was something she had both hands in, constantly destroying every part of her without question.

“I’m a lesbian. Gay. I’m… not like you,” she forced out, her hands clenched into fists.

Another beat of silence passed, Sam’s uneven breathing being the only indication that she was still in the room. Tara shook her head slightly. She couldn’t wait like last time. She couldn’t hear her sister say those words.

She had to go.

“I’ll go grab my shit. Get a Taxi,” she murmured, pushing past Sam, beelining for her room.

Before Sam could grab her, Tara locked the door, barricading herself inside. She leaned against the door, letting her back slowly slide down until she was on the floor, her knees tucked into her chest. Hot tears slid down her cheeks, shame choking her throat. Stupid. She was so stupid. Nobody could love a fuck-up like her. She was such an idiot.

A hesitant but firm knock at the door snapped Tara out of it.

“Hey, let me in. Tara, I’m here. Let me in,” Sam softly whispered, her cheek pressed against the soft wooden door.

Tara shook her head, covering her eyes. “It’s okay. Mami didn’t want me. Papi didn’t. You, at one point, either. I know when I need to leave.”

“Tara.”

She screwed her eyes shut, pressing her hands against closed eyes, letting her vision go black. Alone. She was going to be alone.

“Sam, I’m scared of Hell. But being alone is worse, almost,” she whispered, pausing to swallow.

She shook her head. “It’s okay. I’ll find a new place to be from. I’m good at this thing called change. Leaving isn’t new.”

“Tara.”

Pausing, Tara heard the question in her sister’s voice.

Let me in.

And so she did.

She let Sam in and turned away from her big sister, crossing her arms tightly against her chest. She could feel Sam move in, her presence warm and soft. Beckoning Tara towards her.

But she couldn’t. She wouldn’t survive it.

Sam got behind her, gently touching Tara's shoulder, ignoring how her baby sister flinched.

“Look at me. Baby, look at me,” she coaxed, squeezing Tara’s shoulder.

Tara shook her head violently, pushing Sam’s hand off her shoulder. She turned to face her big sister, her eyes dark. “Don’t say it. I won’t survive it if you say it. I can’t hear you say it. Please. Just let me go, please. Let me go.”

Her big sister shook her head, pulling Tara in. She hugged her little sister to her chest, holding her tight. Sam just got her back. She wasn’t going to let her little sister go again.

Leaning down, she cupped her sister’s face, forcing Tara to look into her eyes. She gently wiped away tears with her thumbs, her own heart breaking at the betrayal in Tara’s eyes.

“Honey. Mi Cielo. Mi Vida. I love you. I love you for all you are and all you’ll ever be. Your sexuality doesn’t mean anything to me,” Sam paused, closing her eyes in frustration. “Not what I meant. I mean, I love you endlessly. Completely. You are my baby. My love. My life. Who you love doesn’t matter to me. All that matters is your happiness and your peace.”

Tara swallowed hard. This wasn’t right. Sam was supposed to leave, leaving Tara behind. There was supposed to be reconciliation or hint of kindness—only cold and darkness, solidarity and repenting.

Not this.

She looked up at Sam, tears blurring her vision. Her tongue felt heavy, too big for her mouth. Nothing felt right. This wasn’t right.

But this is what it was.

“Do you mean that? Mami didn’t want me. She told me that hell was waiting. I’m not ready for that,” she slurred slightly, her heart heavy.

Sam shook her head, silencing all of Tara's vices and fears. “Baby. I love you so much. What our mother thought doesn’t mean shit. She doesn’t mean shit. You are not going to hell. And if you are, I'm following you there. You and I always. I love you. I am so fucking proud of you. So proud,” she soothed, brushing hair out of Tara’s face.

It was too much. All too much. This wasn’t the way it was supposed to go. But this was it.

Sam loved her. She still loves her. Even if Tara is a sinner, a sinner going to hell.

Why does she still love her?

Tara closed her eyes, tears still flowing. Her heart was heavy, her face warm, her chest tight. She didn’t know what to do, what to say. She didn’t know how to beg for forgiveness, for saving.

She tried anyway.

“Sammy,” she begged, her hands curling into Sam’s shirt, tugging.

Her sister planted a kiss on Tara’s forehead. “Tara. Look at me. I love you. I’m proud of you. I am so proud of you. I’m here, baby. I’m not leaving,” she whispered.

When Tara didn’t answer, for fear that she was making it all up, Sam continued.

“I love you. Te amo. Te amo. Te amo,” she said as she pressed kisses up and down Tara's face.

God may never forgive her. But Sam did. And that’s all Tara would ever need.

[artdecoandmodernist]

Art Deco objects from the Prince and Princess Sadruddin Aga Khan Collection. 

  Vanity cases, powder compacts and cigarette boxes are the backdrop for refined decorative effects, executed on the miniature surfaces. To look at, these feminine accessories are veritable masterpieces of creativity, fantasy and technique. Made from gold or platinum, they are enriched with precious stones and gemstones, and covered in mother-of-pearl, enamel or lacquer. (x)

1)  1928 Chrysanthemum Vanity Case by Lacloche Frères, Manufactured by Strauss, Allard and Meyer, Paris. Japanese Influence. 

2)  1925 Floral Sash Vanity Case by Strauss, Allard and Meyer, Paris. Japanese Influence.

3)  1928 Vanity Case by Van Cleef & Arpels, Manufactured by Alfred Langlois, Paris. Persian Influence.

4)  1930 Noble Hunt Vanity Case by Rose Vanity Case by Lacloche Frères,  Manufactured by Strauss, Allard and Meyer, Paris, 1925 ,  Paris. Persian Influence.

5)  1928 Scale Pattern Box by Cartier, Paris. European Influence. 

6)  1927 Feuilles Cigarette Case by Van Cleef & Arpels, Manufactured by Alfred Langlois, Paris. European Influence.

7)   1927 Aubergine Motif, Cigarette Case by Van Cleef & Arpels, Manufactured by Alfred Langlois, Paris. European Influence.

8)  1926 Amber and Snakeskin Vanity Case by Van Cleef & Arpels, Manufactured by Strauss Allard & Meyer, Paris. European Influence.

9)  1925 Rose Vanity Case by Lacloche Frères, Manufactured by Strauss, Allard and Meyer, Paris. European Influence.

10)  1928 Box by Van Cleef & Arpels, Manufactured by Strauss, Allard and Meyer, Paris. European Influence.

[sad-sweet-cowboah]

hello!

friend, please could i request a nsfw Arthur and female reader getting in on quietly in camp before he sees how hard he can go until she makes a noise? maybe some banter between them, him saying he could easily get her loud and her egging him on, knowing full well he’s right but also wanting to stay quiet lol? dealer’s choice on whether he succeeds or not 👀 😏

Savor The Silence

Warnings: The usual smut and cursing

Word Count: 3,042

A/N: Finally sat down and finished this...hehe, it was certainly fun to write! Hope you enjoy nonny, and sorry for the wait!

Cold winds whipped harshly upon the landscape, rustling the treetops and howling through the valley, further disturbing the turbid waves of the Dakota River. A clear, moonless sky stretched across the jagged landscape; stars paint-splattered across the inky expanse. 

Even when sunlight kissed the earth with a mild warmth, the night greeted it with a brutal slap.

What felt like an arctic blast swept over the worn path, winding down the ravine and spearing through your shawl. Your shoulders hunched, a shiver racking your body from head to toe. Your horse’s stride lengthened the more you curled in on yourself in a feeble attempt to stay warm, as if your steed understood your unspoken wish to get to camp sooner.

“Almost back!” 

Somehow through the screech of the unbearable gust and the steady thunder of hooves on packed earth, you heard Arthur’s voice behind you. Glancing up ahead, even through the darkness, the path leading up to Horseshoe Overlook was just ahead. 

Thank God. 

You and Arthur had been away for most of the day, following a myriad of leads which took you halfway across New Hanover and crossing into West Elizabeth...twice...only to run into a dead end. You had Sean McGuire to thank for that, which Arthur warned you before your intrepid adventure. He however accompanied you, perhaps to entertain your excitement, or to prove his point when you returned unsuccessful. 

When the sun began to set and you turned back toward New Hanover in defeat and frustration, you waited for him to gloat, to say “I told you so,” while attempting to hide that smirk of his. Despite the look in his eyes, he remained silent. You were a lion, too prideful to admit your defeat. There was a chance he’d let you have it while back at camp. 

Right now, you could not care less if he decided to tease in the earshot of others. Your prior thoughts of frustration and considering five different ways to bury Sean’s head into the ground fizzled to smoke once the frigid air blew in. 

You turned your horse to follow the curve of the path upward, urging your horse just a pace faster. The wind stung your cheeks until finally retreating beneath the tree cover. You slowed almost immediately with the instant darkness almost completely obscuring your vision. Amber flickered in the distance, indicating how close you were to camp. 

A voice called in the distance. John’s, you thought. You squinted toward the origin, shouting back your arrival. It wasn’t much longer until you passed the threshold into the clearing that you and Arthur now called home. 

You and Arthur disappeared into your shared tent after. Though the temperature was marginally higher than the surrounding area, you were thankful you’d talked Arthur into purchasing a tent after a long discussion regarding the need for privacy between the two of you. 

You settled onto one of the two cots pushed together for a shared bed, staring down at the worn earth beneath your feet as Arthur shrugged off his jacket. How has he not said anything yet? Perhaps he was waiting for the opportune moment to do so. Maybe it would be better if you’d just prompted it out of him instead. 

“Say it,” you murmured. 

He straightened up and turned toward you. “What?” 

“‘I told you so’,” you said in a mock, sing-song voice. “I know you’ve been waiting.” 

Arthur chuckled. “Figured that long ride home woulda been ‘nough for ya,” he replied as he sat beside you. 

The palm of your hand grazed against your nose—numb, ice-like. “Not nearly as bad as Colter,” you commented. A gust of wind blew outside, stirring the closed flaps enough to whisk the bitter chill straight in. You flinched and tugged the shawl tighter around your shoulders. “Almost.” 

Arthur chuckled once again, reaching to wrap his arm around you, pulling you into a side embrace. You melted to his touch immediately, grateful for his warmth, yet slightly annoyed. Although once his lips pressed against your forehead did that last dredge of annoyance melt away. Even if the day turned out to be unproductive, you were at least glad to spend most of it with him. 

You turned in towards his heat, the solid plane of his chest, nuzzling into the fabric that held the earthy scents of tobacco, leather and horses. Silence surrounded you for a moment, instilling a calm to flush away frustration. You still wanted to kick Sean over the cliff, but that could wait until tomorrow. 

Your fingers flexed, frozen from clinging to the reins so tightly. In vain search of more warmth your hands slid up his torso until finding where the buttons lay open, burrowing underneath and against his skin. He was like a furnace. 

Arthur in turn flinched from the sudden intrusion. “Christ,” he mumbled. “Your hands are freezin’.” 

“I know,” you simply say with an innocent smile. 

He sighed at your reaction, reaching to wrap his fingers around your wrists. Gently, he pulled your hands into his, squeezing them into his warm palms. His thumb smoothed against your skin. “That better?” 

“Somewhat,” you reply, releasing tension you hadn’t realized you held from the surrounding chill. As the feeling slowly returned to your fingers, you interlaced them with Arthur’s. Your head rested on his shoulder, still selfishly leeching his heat. “How are you so warm?” 

“Couldn’t tell ya,” he chuckled, wrapping his arms around you completely. You decidedly crawled into his lap, curling against his torso. You could fall asleep like this. 

He ran his hand up and down your back, allowing the cold to finally release from your body. You tilted your head up to peer at him. He met your gaze with a small smile, leaning in to press his lips to yours. 

There was a gentleness to his touch, peaceful and calm which you met with equality. You held it with soft ease, threading your fingers through his tousled hair. A hum rumbled in his chest, pleased by your touch. His hands slid to your waist, tugging you flush with him. 

You weren’t sure what happened in the next few minutes, sinking further into his sweet kisses. You’d found yourself atop Arthur after he’d shifted to lay upon the cots, though you swore you hadn’t felt a thing. It wasn’t until you were staring at his half-lidded gaze beneath you. 

You were nowhere near freezing anymore. 

His eyes, beautifully reflecting in the lamplight, held a question. 

And you answered with a smirk, grinding ever so lightly against his pelvis. The noise he emitted was low, grumbling in approval. Thick fingers grasped at the folds of your clothes. You shrugged off your shawl, tossing it behind you as he made quick work of the blouse. One by one the buttons popped open, exposing your chemise. 

You were matching his pace, revealing the expanse of his chest. Your own fingers traced over the curls of hair, the dips and swells of muscle. You’d lost count of how many times you’d seen him like this, only to be mesmerized as if it were the first time. 

Soon your own torso was bare to him, flushed skin prickling in the cool, still air. Greedy hands were on you at an instant, gliding over your breasts. Your nipples were already puckered, though that didn’t stop Arthur from teasing them, drawing out a quiet whine from you. 

Rough, calloused thumbs provided a pleasant prickle. You shuddered involuntarily, though the cold had since melted away. “Arthur...” you squeaked, biting your lip to keep quiet. 

“So damn beautiful,” he growled to you, massaging your delicate flesh. His hips rolled—driving his obvious growing need for you against your inner thigh. One hand moved to your center, so tantalizingly close yet just out of reach where you needed him, your lower half still too clothed for your liking. 

He seemed to have read your mind, swapping positions to tower over you instead. At an almost instant your long skirt was yanked from your hips. With a moment to spare the strings of your bloomers were loosened and gone were those, leaving you completely unguarded to him. 

His eyes were slow to take you in, even when he’d done it for countless moons before. The hands on your waist dipped further to spread your legs. Greedy fingers soon indulged into your center, parting your folds effortlessly to locate your pleasure. 

His touch was almost dizzying. The way he stroked against your velvet heat, coaxing the kindling deep within to become ablaze. You pressed the back of your hand to your mouth, moaning against your skin. You somewhat wished for the luxury of having a truly peaceful night to yourselves, without being in earshot of others. 

Arthur leaned forward, latching his lips against the curve of your neck. Hot puffs of his breath tickled your skin as he kissed along the junction, nipping at your pulse point. You sighed, shuddering with the sensation. Two thick fingers teased your entrance with selfish intent. You canted, hips quivering for more. 

He chuckled against your skin, “Impatient, ain’t we?” 

You hummed, entwining your fingers through his hair. “Fuck me, Arthur Morgan.” 

He straightened to peer down at you, lips pulled into a crooked smile. “I’d love to hear ya scream that.” 

You scoffed, limply smacking his shoulder with the back of your hand. “And wake the entire camp?” 

“Ain’t nothin’ they haven’t heard before,” he snickered. “Pretty sure Karen n’ Sean got some attention.” 

With a roll of your eyes, you bucked your hips against his palm. “Ain’t gonna stroke your ego that much, now if you may?” 

“Bet you can,” Arthur laughed a touch louder than before. You tensed, hoping no one would hear—until he sunk his fingers into you, every forethought immediately melting into a familiar carnal desire. “Bet I can make you scream.” 

Yet to stave from fulfilling his satisfaction, you kept your mouth shut. 

Oh, but he tried. 

The way he stretched and curled within your walls, dragging so effortlessly upon every spot that could make you sing—you huffed quietly, shoving your knuckles against your lips to staunch a growing moan, managing to stifle it. 

And that smirk of his didn’t help. 

You writhed beneath him, teeth gnawing against the fine bones of your hand. A moan just barely passed the barrier. He once again leaned forward to devour your neck in a manner you knew the girls would be questioning about tomorrow, yet you couldn’t care less at the moment. 

Regardless, he was pushing every button he knew. His fingers began to pump with abandon, drawing in your pleasure with intense haste. Your hips bucked involuntarily, a mewl building in the back of your throat. His lips grazed the shell of your ear as he growled, “Let go for me.” 

Those few words are what did you in. Your muscles tensed, your back arching as you reached your peak, building in your chest and expelling as a desperate, muffled whine. Every muscle trembled with the fading orgasm, until his thumb pressed against your clit. 

You managed to stifle a yelp, squirming helplessly beneath him. You managed to squeak out his name—a plea, desperation to escape the overstimulation. The snicker that echoed in your ear nearly urged you to smack him. 

But then he stopped, removing his hand in mercy. You caught your breath and glared up at him, removing your hand with intent to scold. The malice died in your throat when he began to unbutton his jeans. You watched hungrily as his cock sprung free, completely erect and ready. 

Your heart hammered in anticipation, all forethoughts leaving as he aligned himself with you. The head of his length parted your folds, sliding through them as he let out a low groan. You were impatient, wrapping your arms around him with an expectant eyebrow raise. 

There was that smirk again. He twitched his hips, teasing your entrance. The wait was agony. 

“Arthur,” you spoke through gritted teeth. “If you don’t fuck me right now—” 

The rest of your sentence dissolved into a gasp as his hips shot forward, sheathing himself in one smooth motion. He filled you oh so perfectly, until he pulled back and slammed into you again. 

You’d smacked your hand back over your mouth just in time to staunch another yelp as he picked up a rhythm, in which he pounded into you mercilessly. The lewd melody of skin slapping skin filled your tent, along with the erratic thumping of your heart. His deep groans as his hands voraciously gripped your flesh. 

“Fuck,” he breathed out, tilting his head back for a second. “Look at’cha, pretty lil’ whore.” 

Just listening to that graveled voice makes you melt, squirm, and wanting to release all over again. You loved that tone, laced with darkness that only came when he meant business—or when it was to excite you, to push you to the edge and over and scrambling back for more. 

He’d only use it when you two were truly alone. 

And you knew why he was doing it now. 

“You like this cock?” Arthur growled to you, his gaze smoldering. “Like gettin' fucked like a whore?” 

You nodded frantically, though never once making a peep, your whimpers continued to be muffled behind your hand. 

His own hand raised and was brought swiftly against the side of your ass, which nearly made you jump. Not from the pain, but from the sound. You glared at him. 

“Can’t hear ya, sweetheart,” he sneered, slamming himself into you, his breath beginning to hitch. “I said, you like gettin' fucked like a whore?” his tone deepened dangerously. 

Oh, Lord. If hadn’t concentrated so hard on not yelping out, you would have climaxed again right then and there. Your legs trembled against him, breathing around your strained knuckles. 

“Ain’t talkin’, huh?” Arthur chuckled. He suddenly pulled out and pushed you rather roughly to lay on your stomach. He grabbed you, hard, yanking your hips back until he filled you once again, the invasion almost painful. You winced as your body only had a split second to adjust, uttering the tiniest whimper into the cot. 

He grunted with effort, pounding senselessly, the aura of determination of getting you to crack surrounding you like a snake. Tightening and choking, yet you refused to relent. The moan you released was quiet and using every effort to prove him wrong. 

A rough hand found its way to your mouth, fingers wrenching your lips open. You forced yourself to stop, a small squeak passing over your tongue. His presence soon loomed over you. 

“Can’t be silent forever,” he growled into your ear, sending a deep shudder through every inch of you, manifesting in a gasp. You could feel the grin he was sporting after that. “I knew ya couldn’t hold back.” 

You wrenched your face away from him. “Fuck you,” you hissed lowly, earning a chuckle from him. 

“Jus’ the opposite, darlin’,” he drawled, nipping the shell of your ear. His hot breath tickled the back of your neck. His hand left your hip briefly to be smacked down on your ass once again. 

This caught you off-guard. You gave a yelp—small, but affective. You immediately buried your face into the pelts adorning the cot. Oh, he was going to gloat about that. 

He laughed, somehow, his deep voice ringing clear despite still piledriving into you. “That’s it,” he growled. “Can’t hold it back, can ya?” 

The quip that formed died quickly as he reached around, pressing his fingers once again to the hood of sensitive nerves. You moaned automatically, all clarity slipping away as more carnal pleasure took over. 

His other hand fisted into your locks, yanking your head back immediately. You surrendered a gasp as your body arched almost painfully, full of too many sensations to even comprehend each of them. Eyes rolled up, staring at the top of the canvas, the only fragile shield to block the string of expletives that soon left your mouth from the heavens above. Damn him, damn him, damn him— 

The tightly wound coil burst deep in your core, pulling in an intense climax. Stars erupted in your vision, and you could have sworn you would have floated away or melted into the ground if Arthur hadn’t tethered you. Every muscle tensed and tingled, blazes of fire coursing through your veins. His name passed your lips in an almost scream. 

As the embers of your orgasm finally fizzled away, your body went near-limp as Arthur continued relentlessly. His breath hitched, his voice strained, he was close. Fleeting seconds ticked by and his hips stuttered, finally slowing with one weak thrust and a guttural groan.  

The silence following encompassed you, ears almost ringing with the echoes of the previous act. Arthur slowly pulled out, his touch leaving you as he laid down beside you. A sheen of sweat covered his upper torso, his golden hair dampened as well. 

He smiled and held out his arms, and you obliged by sliding into his embrace. As rough as he can be with you, he always portrayed softness afterward. Heat radiated from his body like a roaring campfire. It was easy to forget you were shivering just a few moments before. 

His lips pressed against the nape of your neck, his breath stirring the hairs there. Leaning in closer, he whispered, “I told ya so.” 

Without looking, you reached behind you and smacked what felt like his arm. Whatever pride you had left was stung by that simple phrase. 

Arthur laughed—a hearty, deep bellow that vibrated along your entire body. 

“I swear if I get teased tomorrow, it’s your ass,” you grumbled, yanking a pelt up and over your naked skin. 

“If it’s from Sean, 'least you can kick his ass instead,” Arthur pointed out with amusement still plain in his voice. 

You rolled your eyes. Today’s events surely hadn’t been forgotten despite the distraction. The image of Sean’s boyish teasing filled your mind, followed by the butt of your revolver clocking him against that silly bowler hat—and then pushing Arthur into the horses’ water trough. 

You weren’t that mean, of course. 

[sweetestofchaos]

Blackthorn Ch 3 | M.YG

Pairing: Crown Prince Dragon!Yoongi x Crown Princess Impundulu!Keena Genre: Soulmate AU | Arranged Marriage AU | Fantasy AU | Fluff  Word Count: 6.1K Warnings: Weapons Training | Hand to Hand Combat | Mention of Blood | Someone Gets Choked Out | Scenting  Rating: PG16

Tea? - Prince Yoongi’s pride gets him injured and the Princess takes care of him. She meets an interesting being while doing so.

a/n: As always @sailoryooons your feedback while betaing has helped me so much and I am so thankful for you. I love that you always notice the little things I slip in the chapters before I even get the chance to ask. And thank you for the banner!

a/n 2: There is a pop culture reference in this chapter...let’s see if anyone finds it this time. Hint? Think of movies.

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“Rest time is over! Pick up your swords!”

“Ashii!” Prince Yoongi sucked his teeth and glanced at the princess one last time before he walked back into the formation and stood beside Hoseok who had a large grin on his face. Two by two, everyone was called up to fight and when the prince’s name was called, he wasn’t surprised to be paired with Hoseok at all. His friend was the only one that wasn’t afraid to hurt him.

"Kòmanse!"

Prince Yoongi watched as Hoseok twirled his sword in his hand, the taunt loud and clear as Hoseok’s amber eyes flicked over to the Princess. The Prince’s eyes flashed gold and Hoseok smirked before he struck. Their swords clashed together, the metal-on-metal rang in the air, over and over again. Hoseok faked to move right and then went left but Prince Yoongi was ready and blocked him once again. The two went back and forth, each swing of their swords caught midair. Aga stopped the battle and replaced Hoseok with Nil.

“You will never get better if you do not push yourself, your Highness.” Aga checked to make sure both men were ready and nodded his head. "Kòmanse!" Aga waved his hand and stepped back out of the way.

Nil wasted no time as he rushed forward with his sword drawn. Prince Yoongi raised his own sword to block the hit and was shocked when his feet were kicked out from underneath him. The point of Nil’s sword was at his throat and Aga clapped his hands twice. Nil took a step back and held out his hand to help the prince to his feet. Prince Yoongi stood and dusted himself off.

“Again!” Aga ordered and the two men took their stances. "Kòmanse!"

Prince Yoongi rushed forward with his sword low at his hip. Nil sidestepped the attack and Prince Yoongi was quick to counter the dodge with another swing of his sword aimed higher and Nil blocked it. Prince Yoongi growled and Nil smirked as he shoved the Prince’s sword away from his chest.

 "Se pa etonan nou te rele pou fòme ou." Nil snickered and Prince Yoongi didn’t have to speak his language to know that Nil was mocking him. 

Before Nil could say anything more, the prince attacked again, and Nil tripped him. Prince Yoongi stumbled and caught himself. He saw the shadow of Nil’s blade and ducked out the way before he swung around and lashed out with his sword. The blade slashed across Nil's right bicep and a bright red line of blood welled to the surface. Prince Yoongi smirked, and Nil sucked his teeth before he lunged. The Prince moved out of the way and Nil was quick on his feet. He jumped back and kicked at the Prince’s upper thigh, the Prince’s leg gave out and he dropped to one leg.

“That’s cheating!”

“Your Prince is weak!”

“What was that?”

The men watching all shouted over each other and Aga remained silent as he watched the fight. He had been to war; he knew that a dying man would use any means necessary to stay alive. There was no honor on the battlefield. Prince Yoongi jumped up and shook out his leg, he knew there would be a bruise there later on.

"Sa a se pi bon an yon dragon ka fè?" Nil spat as he leapt forward with his sword raised. The Prince blocked the attack and kicked his leg out, his foot jammed into Nai’s stomach and sent the man stumbling back before he tripped and fell. 

The Prince rushed forward and swung his sword, his eyes flashed gold as he knocked the sword from Nil’s hand and held the tip of his own sword to Nil’s throat.

“Long live His Highness!” Everyone started to chant and the Prince smirked as he lowered his sword and offered Nil his hand in a show of good faith. Nil sighed and shook the Prince’s hand.

"Ale jwenn bra ou gade." Aga clapped Nil on his shoulder and pushed him towards the healer before he turned to the Prince and nodded his head. “Use what is around you. Never be ashamed to use your body. The power of your legs could save your life one day.” 

Prince Yoongi nodded his head and glanced over at the Princess to see that she had a frown on her face. When their eyes locked her frown softened but she was still worried. Prince Yoongi smiled and got back into formation beside Hoseok. The Prince’s leg hurt and had started to go numb the longer he stood. The muscles were tense and it felt like he had been stabbed with small needles when the Prince tried to shake the feeling away.

“You should sit hand to hand out.” Hoseok advised and the Prince shook his head. 

“I am fine.”

“You're hurt. That wasn’t a simple kick.”

The Prince gritted his teeth and his eyes flashed gold, “I. Am. Fine.”

Hoseok frowned but said no more as Aga switched to the hand to hand combat lesson. This time the Prince grappled with Aga and the older man showed no mercy. Aga had put the Prince on his butt many times. His whole body was sore but he refused to tap out. Aga had seen pride kill many of his comrades and he refused to watch the young Prince die the same way. The Prince was put into a headlock and as the Prince’s face started to turn red, Aga spoke.

“Pride will kill you faster than any sword! Pride is a target on your back calling a reaper of death to greet you!” 

Prince Yoongi refused to tap out and Aga tightened his hold around the Prince’s neck a little more. The Princess saw the way the Prince’s body had started to slacken and she jumped to her feet.

"Kite l ale!" The Princess yelled and Aga dropped the Prince without a second's hesitation. Aga caught the Prince before he fell to the ground and as the Princess rushed over, Aga slowly lowered the Prince into her lap once she sat down. “You were too rough, Aga.” The Princess scolded and Aga bowed his head in apology even though he didn’t mean it. The healer rushed over and examined the prince, the redness around his neck would hurt and he was sure that the prince’s throat would bruise.  The Princess glared at Aga and Hoseok came over. 

“We will take him to his chambers, Your Highness.” Hoseok stood tall with two other soldiers behind him and the Princess nodded her head. 

“I am coming with you.” 

“Your Highness-”

“It was my guard's fault the crown Prince was hurt. I will take full responsibility for his recovery.”

Hoseok bit his tongue and bowed low before the other men carefully picked the Pprince up and started to walk back into the palace. Hoseok helped the Princess from the ground and she looked at everyone.

“Continue with training but please be mindful of your limits. Aga is correct. Pride will get you killed.”

Hoseok led the Princess into the palace behind the Prince and when they stood in front of Prince Yoongi’s chambers, the Princess straightened her back and held her head up higher. Hoseok bit his lip and kept from smiling as he led the Princess inside Prince Yoongi’s chambers. On the large four poster bed, the Prince lay unconscious and Princess Keena rushed to his side. She sat beside him on a chair and looked at Hoseok.

“Have one of my maids bring me the little brown box that has blue and green flowers on it and tell them to hurry.” 

Hoseok stepped out of the room for a moment and relayed the Princess’s message before he stepped back into the room and watched from a suitable distance as Princess Keena slowly untied the headband from around the Prince’s forehead. She unpinned his hair and swept it out of his face, her fingers light as the morning breeze as she traced over the red skin that had started to turn angry purples and blues. A knock at the door called for Hoseok’s attention and he hurried to answer. Wheein handed over the small box and Hoseok allowed for her to enter before he walked over to the bed.

“Your Highness.” Hoseok presented the box and Princess Keena nodded her head in thanks before she shrugged the robe off her shoulders. Hoseok turned his eyes towards the floor and Wheein gasped before she could have stopped herself. Wheein and the other handmaidens had been informed by Hyejin about the markings on the princess’s back. However, Wheein was shocked because the Princess had so openly showed the markings while in Hoseok’s presence.

The Princess ignored them and set the box in her lap before she opened it. The soothing scent of calendula, yarrow and chamomile filled the air as the Princess dipped her fingers into the pale jelly like mixture.

“This is a blam that will help with the discoloration and will ease any pain that His Highness might feel,” The Princess explained as she carefully smeared the medication over the Prince’s neck gently. “Aga is one of our strongest warriors. Unfortunately, I can do very little about the pain that His Highness will feel within his throat until he wakes up. This blam should be applied twice a day. Once in the morning and once at night after his bath.” The Princess wiped her hands on the discarded robe and placed the lid back onto the box.

“Hoseok.” Hoseok’s head rose at the mention of his name and he looked at the princess. “I understand that the customs in this nation are different. However, would you allow me to stay by His Highness’s side until he wakes?”

Hoseok shared a quick glance with Wheein and nodded his head, “I will have your meals sent here, Your Highness. Is there anything you wish for to make yourself more comfortable?” Hoseok and Wheein stood at attention ready to acquire whatever the Princess asked for and when she shook her head, their pride stung. “Are you sure, Princess?”

“Would you like tea or a light refreshment?” Wheein offered and again the Princess rejected their offer.

“Hoseok, have His Highness dressed down. His breathing will be painful, let's not make it worse by unnecessary weight.” The Princess rose to her feet and Wheein led her to a sitting area away from the bed to give the Prince privacy. 

Hoseok called for the Prince’s servants and they quickly stripped the prince down. He wore a simple teal sleep robe that was tied as his waist and Hoseok made sure that the Prince also had on a pair of matching sleep pants. Some of Prince Yoongi’s collarbone showed as he slept but Hoseok wasn’t worried about that. 

“Princess?”

“Yes, Hoseok?” The Princess looked up as Hoseok walked over and he scratched the back of his neck.

“His Highness was injured on his thigh and there is bruising there as well. May I use the blam for that as well?” 

“Please do.”

Hoseok stepped away and took it upon himself to slather the blam to Prince Yoongi’s upper thigh and whipped his hands before he made sure the Prince was properly covered. He led the Princess back over to the Prince’s bed and once she was seated by his side, Hoseok ushered everyone out of the room. Hoseok smirked as he closed the door, the Princess’s hunched form over the Prince’s as she played with his hair was the retreating image.

Princess Keena kissed her teeth as she looked at the marks on the Prince’s neck. She understood that Aga had tried to prove a point but he was far too rough. She knew that Aga had been aware of the Prince’s leg injury. Aga was trained to notice the smallest of issues and it made the Princess frown. She rubbed at her temples and sighed as she looked down at the sleeping prince.

“We will have to work on that pride of yours, my Prince.” The Princess took hold of the Prince’s hand and gave it a light squeeze. “Pride has no place on the battlefield.” 

A breeze blew in from the open window and the scent of dogwood swirled about while the breeze caught the Prince’s hair and threw it around his peaceful face. Princess Keena reached out and smoothed the blonde locks out of the way. She jumped with a small yelp when the Prince’s hand wrapped around her wrist. Prince Yoongi’s eyes opened, the blackness replaced with shining golden pools.

The Princess kept still as stone and held her breath as the Prince stared up at her. His golden orbs took in the face above, dark skin that looked soft to the touch and touch he did. The Princess watched as Prince Yoongi reached out with his free hand and when the tips of his fingers touched her, she leaned into his warmth. Smooth and subtle, Prince Yoongi’s mind was filled with only the feel of the Princess’s skin beneath his hand. She was a hidden creek in the heat of summer. A flower bathed in sunlight, so soft.

Prince Yoongi watched as the Princess pressed her cheek into his palm and her eyes fluttered closed. A lush field of tans and greens unraveled behind the Princess’s eyes as the earthy scent of ginger and sage mixed together. Rich and grounding like wispy smokes of burning incense; the scent had the Princess inhaling deeply. The Prince took the chance and turned his head, his nose skimmed the delicate flesh of the princess’s wrist and a tranquil green and orange tangerine orchard flooded his mind. Citrus, sharp and fresh with a hint of sunny sweetness. Prince Yoongi pressed his nose harder into the princess’s wrist and growled. 

A pained whine left the Prince’s lips as his throat protested any sound he tried to make and the Princess snapped out of the haze that settled over her mind. She cupped thePrince’s hands and pulled them down onto the bed before she smiled.

“Aga did light damage, my Prince. Your throat will be sore for a little while,” The Princess explained and Prince Yoongi frowned at the information. He tried to pull the Princess’s hand back up to his face and Princess Keena laughed. She allowed for Prince Yoongi to bring one of her wrists back to his nose and with the other, she raked her fingers through the Prince’s blonde locks.

“You will drink a cup of lavender chamomile tea with a spoonful of honey. That will help ease the soreness that you feel in your throat.” The Princess pulled her hand from the Prince’s hair and he pouted. 

“I promise not to go far, my Prince. Allow me to send for the tea and I will be right back here, by your side.”

Prince Yoongi laved his tongue across the princess’s wrist and inhaled, pleased that his own sage and ginger scent was on part of her. He released his hold on her wrist and the princess sighed as she tried not to grimace as the air blew across the wet patch of skin. Princess Keena hurried across the room to grab Hoseok. She poked her head out the door and informed Hoseok that the Prince was awake and that she would like a blend of lavender chamomile tea with honey. The Princess withheld that Prince Yoongi had only growled and licked her since he had woken. When the Princess closed the door and turned around, Prince Yoongi was sitting upright in bed. His sleeping robe was parted down the middle and the princess could make out a few patches of black scales on his chest and ribs.

As the Prince watched the Princess walk back over to his bed, Princess Keena noticed that the gold in his eyes had slowly started to give way to the obsidian black. The Princess moved to sit down in her chair and Prince Yoongi stopped her.

“Beside me,” Prince Yoongi rasped with a wince and the princess followed his orders. Princess Keena toed off her shoes and was careful not to jostle the Prince too much as she climbed onto the bed and sat beside him. Prince Yoongi scooted down the bed and dropped his head into the princess’s lap before he gathered a fist full of her skirts and yawned with a pained whine. 

“I can smell a herbal mixture on myself and your hands.” Prince Yoongi spoke slowly, the walls of his throat felt tight and dry. “T-Thank you, Princess. Thank you for staying by my side.”

The Princess smiled and brought her hand up as she slowly started to stoke the prince’s hair. “You are most welcome, my Prince. Please forgive Aga’s misdeeds. He still has a lot to learn about this nation, much like myself.”

“There is nothing to forgive.”

Hoseok entered the room with Byulyi behind him and the two froze at the sight of the Prince resting with his head in the Princess’s lap. Princess Keena looked up from the prince’s face and smiled. “Three scoops for His Highness and let it seep for a while. It should be warm enough to soothe and not scald.” 

Byulyi made the tea and carried it over while Hoseok leaned against the edge of the bed. 

“His and Her Majesty have been informed of your injury. You are excused from physical training for the time being,” Hoseok informed the prince. “His Majesty has ordered that His Highness accompany the Princess to her classes and spend your leisure time with Seokjin and the royal advisor.” 

Prince Yoongi rolled his eyes as he sat up. 

“Very well.” The Prince took the cup of tea that the Princess offered him and sipped from it slowly. The taste was light and the heat was easy on his sore throat. The sweetest from the honey was welcomed and the Prince hummed as he swallowed another mouthful. “This is wonderful. Thank you, Princess.”

“I am glad it is to your taste, Your Highness.”

As Prince Yoongi drank his tea, Hoseok and the princess spoke of different things to keep the mood light as the Prince’s eyes had started to drop. The gold was replaced with black and Prince Yoongi yawned before he dropped back into the bed.

“Hoseok?”

“Yes, Your Highness?”

“Guard the door. I do not want anyone disturbing my slumber.”

“As you wish. Princess-”

“She will be staying with me.” 

Prince Yoongi handed off his tea to Hoseok and pulled at the princess’s wrist. Princess Keena smiled and smoothed the prince’s hair from his face once again. 

“Shall I sing you a lullaby from my nation?”

“If you wish.”

Prince Yoongi rested his head in the Princess’s lap and wrapped his arm around her thighs. Hoseok bowed deeply and left the room with Wheein in tow.

“You may sing.” Prince Yoongi yawned and buried the end of his nose into the soft fabric of the Princess’s skirts. Princess Keena started to hum gently and ran her fingers through the Prince’s hair in time with her words as she started to sing softly. Her words were light and fleeting. They hung in the air like a bumblebee fluttered from flower to flower. Graceful and delicate, fine china wrapped in plush silks and cotton. Prince Yoongi’s eyes fluttered and his mouth parted as he started to snore. 

The Princess giggled and continued to hum as her fingers started to twist the long blond strands of hair into many small braids. She flexed her fingers and the bones cracked. Princess Keena covered her mouth and yawned before she blinked her eyes quickly. She looked down at the sleeping Prince and bit her lower lip. She stared at him and drank every part of his being in. 

The black scales on his jawline and collarbones looked sharp while the Prince’s lightly tanned skin looked smooth. There was a freckle on his ear and the princess noticed that at the tip of Prince Yoongi’s ear the top was scarred. She reached out and lightly traced the scar. She wondered about the story behind it and the goosebumps covered the Prince’s body. 

Princess Keena dragged her finger down to the Prince’s jaw as the black iridescent scales seemed to glitter in the sunlight. The scales were cooler than his skin and they weren’t as rough as they looked. The texture was similar to that of a pineapple and it made the Princess laugh silently. She wondered if the prince would find it offensive if she called him a pineapple dragon?

Princess Keena jumped when the Prince tightened his hold on her and nuzzled his head into her stomach. “Lay down,” The Prince grumbled and Princess Keena rolled her eyes. She laid back and rested a hand on top of Prince’s Yoongi’s head while the other rested beside her head. Again the Princess yawned as she gave into the warmth that was wrapped around her body and she melted into an easy slumber.

As the hour grew late, Hoseok crept into the room and he pursed his lips at the sight before him. Prince Yoongi was on his side with his back to the doors and in his arms, the Princess was sound asleep with her face pressed into his neck. Hoseok backed out of the room and turned the food away, for he did not have the heart to wake either of the young royals. Yongsun stopped by the Prince’s chambers and when Hoseok denied her entry, Yongsun nearly smacked him. She warned Hoseok of the rumors that would start if others were to find out that the two of age and unmarried royals were alone in the Prince’s chambers together and Hoseok waved her off.

“Best not let anyone else find out, right?” 

Hoseok stared at Yongsun blankly as he challenged her and Yongsun sighed. 

“Two hours, Hoseok. That is all I can allow. The Princess will not have her name sullied because the Prince cannot control himself.”

“Mind your words, Yongsun.”

“Mind your keeper!” Yongsun hissed and stormed away. Hoseok sighed and leaned against the wall. What could he do about the Prince and Princess? 

Squawking was what woke the Princess up from her nap. She started to stir awake and blinked her eyes open slowly before the blurred sights started to focus. By the window, a yellow crane sat on the sill and watched the Princess with its pale, yellow eyes. Princess Keena felt as her cheeks and ears warmed at the sight of Aga. The citron crane flew away from the window with a loud screech and the Princess pulled herself out of the Prince’s arms and slipped her shoes on. She made sure to check her appearance in the vanity mirror and grabbed the outer robe of her outfit before she crept out of the room. 

Hoseok greeted her with his heart shaped smile and Aga flew around the corner a moment later. The yellow bird shifted and Aga’s large frame stood before the Princess with a frown on his face. Princess Keena bowed to Hoseok and left without a word as Aga led her back to her own chambers. Aga narrowed his eyes at the Princess as they stopped in front of her chamber doors. Chan and Jooheon both bowed and ignored the two otherwise as they spoke.

"Kijan prens la ye?" Aga wondered if the young prince had been seriously hurt. He knew that sometimes his strength was too much.

"Mwen te ba li yon blam mak. Li pral amann nan yon jounen." The Princess explained about the use of her bruising blam and Aga nodded his head. He was pleased that the Prince would be okay within a couple of days.

"Èske ou bliye estati ou, Prensès?"

Princess Keena stared at Aga and frowned before as she thought about his question. Forgot her status? She had never wanted to hit Aga before now.

“Li te mande m pou m rete. Ki jan m t ap ka di non lè nou te sa ki te lakòz doulè l yo?” Princess Keena was quick as she pointed out that Aga had been the one to injure the Prince. If not for Aga, she would not have shared the prince’s bed. Aga sucked his teeth and Princess Keena shook her head. “I will give the prince time to recover. I have my studies to attend to.”

“Very well. I will take my leave, princess.”

Aga crossed his arms over his chest and took his leave while the Princess entered her chambers. At the sight of the Princess, Hyejin rushed to her side and removed the outer robe.

“Let’s get you something to eat or would you rather wash up first?” Hyejin asked and the princess shook her head.

“Where are the others?” The Princess wondered out loud and Hyejin smiled.

“They are running a few errands. Yongsun is currently requesting a meal for you in the kitchens.”

“I think some air is fine for now. I will wait until Yongsun returns with my meal.” Princess Keena walked over to the window and sat on the ledge. She pulled her legs into her chest and rested her cheek on her knees as she spoke, “I apologize if I caused any issues today with my rash behavior.”

Hyejin tidied up the room without any comments and kept a close eye on the Princess as she stared out the window. Yougsun came into the room with a cart of snacks and drinks pushed behind her by another attendant. When she saw the Princess by the window, Yougsun shooed the attendant away and rushed to the princess’s side.

“Princess-” Princess Keena turned her attention to Yongsun and smiled softly. The words on Yongsun’s tongue died and she just shook her head. “Come let’s get you something to eat.”

The Princess was ushered to the table closest to the window and Hyejin started to set the table while Yongsun poured a fresh hot cup of tea. Princess Keena ate in silence and kept her focus on the window. Her mind wasn’t fully present, it was still tucked away in the Prince’s arms, warm and safe in his sage and ginger scented fields. The Princess sipped at her tea and sighed. Sage and ginger, she thought to herself that it was a wonderful scent that would become her new favorite.

Prince Yoongi woke up and the space beside him was empty. The bedding was cold and the citrus scent that flooded his senses was faint, almost nonexistent. He blinked once, twice, three times before he sat up and looked around. There was no trace of the Princess. Had he dreamed the whole thing? The Prince ran a hand through his hair and froze when he felt a curved texture beneath his fingers. He jumped from the bed, threw himself in front of the vanity mirror and turned his head every which way. The small blonde braids made a large gummy grin appear on the prince’s face and he touched the braids gently. It wasn’t a dream.

Prince Yoongi searched the vanity and grabbed a black silk tie before he quickly pulled his hair into a low ponytail. He made sure that the braids the Princess plated were visible no matter what way he was faced and headed for the door. 

“Hoseok!” The prince yelled and winced when his throat stung. Hoseok came into the room without a sound. “Where is Princess Keena?”

“Her Highness requested to be escorted back to her chambers. I believe she is eating a late lunch at this time.”

Prince Yoongi rolled his shoulders as he noticed Hoseok’s eyes on his neck. “I’ll take another cup of tea.” The Prince turned on his heels and walked over to his sitting area while Hoseok called for a servant to set another round of tea for the prince. Hoseok sat across from the Prince who had his legs spread wide, his sleeping robe draped between his thighs. Hoseok looked at the large bruise on the upper part of the Prince’s thigh since the sleep robe was hiked high up his legs and cleared his throat. “Hmmm?” The Prince raised an eyebrow and Hoseok motioned to his leg. “It will heal.”

“The Princess left ointment for you to use. It is from Escistan and helps with the bruising and pain.”

“Is that what I smell on my skin?” Hoseok took the moment to raise his own eyebrow and Prince Yoongi waved him off. “It would be rude to reject such a thoughtful gift. Bring it here.”

Hoseok stood and walked away to grab the ointment for the Prince while a servant poured a cup of tea. Hoseok went back over to the prince and held onto the small box.

“Give it here, Hoseok. I can do it myself.” Prince Yoongi held out his hand and Hoseok nodded. The Prince opened the box, looked down at the blam and a faint smile tugged at his lips. “How was training?” 

Hoseok filled the Prince in on everything that he had missed after Aga choked him out and the Prince kept silent as he applied the ointment to his thigh and neck. Hoseok had to help with his neck since Prince Yoongi refused to look in the mirror and Hoseok sighed as he sat back down from the prince.

“Hoseok?”

“Yes, Your Highness?

“What do you-” Prince Yoongi grabbed the teacup from the table and took a sip, “-think about the princess?” The Prince looked at Hoseok with his dark eyes and sipped his tea.

“Are you asking as Your Imperial Highness or as Yoongi?” Hoseok questioned and the Prince smirked. Hoseok crossed his legs together and leaned back into the loveseat as he thought about the prince’s question. “I think the princess has a lot of valuable knowledge that she could share with our kingdom.”

Prince Yoongi narrowed his eyes and Hoseok laughed before he scratched the side of his face and licked his lips. He understood what the Prince was asking of him and he honestly had no idea how to answer the question.

“I think-” Hoseok cleared his throat and sighed, “I need to know the princess better. She seems wonderful. A breath of fresh air that I think none of us knew we needed.” Hoseok eyed the prince as he spoke and offered his own question. “Why do you ask?”

Prince Yoongi gulped down the rest of his tea and leaned back against the couch. He stared up at the ceiling and let Hoseok’s question unwind in his mind. Why did he ask such a question?

“She smells like a tangerine orchard but not one that I have ever smelt before.” Prince Yoongi’s voice was gravely as he spoke past the dull pain that throbbed in his throat. “There’s this aroma like a-” Prince Yoongi threw himself forward and rested his elbows on his knees, “sweetness that calls to my dragon. Agust has shown himself more these past days within the Princess’ presence than he has since his awakening at my coming of age.”

Hoseok sat up straighter at the information and started to chew on the inside of his cheek. He wasn’t a dragon but since he wasn’t human, Hoseok understood how important scents were. If the Princess’s scent called to Agust it meant that the Princess was very special and could very well be something like a treasure in the dragon’s eyes. It was rare for a dragon to see a person as such, but it was worth making a mental note.

“Yoongi,” Hoseok swallowed thickly as he called for the prince’s attention, “the Princess doesn’t smell like tangerines to me.”

“Parden?” The Prince eyed Hoseok and Hoseok repeated himself, slowly. Prince Yoongi shook his head and an idea came to him. “Ask Seokjin, Minho and Mingi what scent the Princess has. Don’t be obvious about it and report back to me by tomorrow morning.”

Hoseok nodded his head and stood. “As you wish, Your Highness.” Hoseok bowed and disappeared out of sight.

Prince Yoongi sat alone in his room and clapped his hand together as he sat back once again on the couch. If he was the only one that thought Princess Keena smelt like a tangerine orchard, the Prince would figure out why and what it meant for them both. 

Night fell soon after and Princess Keena sat under the gazebo by the cherry blossom trees. The moon sat high in the sky and reflected off the water in the distance. Mingi and Aga stood watch as the Princess enjoyed her alone time. She wore a satin gold sleep dress that covered her shoulders halfway and flowed down into a rounded neckline with red stitching that spelled out an ancient prayer for sweet dreams and restful sleep. The sleep dress reached all the way down, almost covering her feet and was the same length all around. 

Her arms were completely uncovered and a large black robe made from cotton sat on top to keep the Princess warm from the light breeze that blew. The sleeves were loose with thick red bands around edges and hung a little past the princess’s fingertips. She enjoyed being able to tuck her hands away and feel the warmth from her own body.

Princess Keena looked up at the moon through the cherry blossom branches and whispered a prayer for the dragon prince. His injuries were minor but they would still cause him discomfort and the Princess prayed that Prince Yoongi would be able to sleep peacefully tonight. She started to hum a tune that her mother had sung to her many times and watched the branches above dance freely. As the Princess hummed to herself, she thought about what tomorrow would bring and she held herself a little tighter. Her real lesson started tomorrow, her new handmaidens would not be by her side nor would the prince. She would be on her own and the princess worried. What if she insulted her teachers? What if they-

“Princess.”

Princess Keena looked away from the moon and Aga stood before her, his pale yellow eyes soft as he stared at her. Aga glanced at the empty space beside the Princess and she nodded her head. Aga sat beside her and grunted as he looked up at the moon.

“You know Princess, it was a full moon just like the one tonight when you were born.”

Princess Keena stared up at the moon and smiled. Yes, she knew there had been a full moon when she was born. Everyone in Escistan knew.

“Your mother had said all day that it was going to rain and your father, he kept telling her that she was crazy,” Aga spoke softly as he kept his gaze on the moon. “The sky was clear of clouds all day but the moment night came, large grey clouds filled its entirety for as far as the eye could see.”

“An Impundulu is only born when it rains.”

Aga smiled. “It rained because an Impundulu was born.”

Princess Keena looked at the side of Aga’s face confused. She had never heard that before. Aga looked away from the moon and faced the princess.

“You are more powerful than you give yourself credit for, Princess. You have all the wildness of a tsunami inside of you. You are fierce and that is why your parents sent you here,” Aga went on to explain. “I will be here, every step of the way.” Aga crossed his arms over his chest and Princess Keena copied his action before she leaned forward, rested her forehead against Aga’s and closed her eyes.

“Zèklè a pral frape.”

Aga smiled and closed his eyes. “Zèklè a pral frape.”

Aga opened his eyes and pulled away from the Princess before he stood. He offered his hand and Princess Keena placed her own in his. She stood and Aga led her back into the palace with Mingi. They bid the Princess good night and Princess Keena sighed as she walked into her chambers. The handmaidens were gone for the night and the Princess was thankful. She wanted to be alone. She walked over to the vanity that held her hair care and found a silk bonnet to wear while she slept. The Princess sat before her vanity and took down her own hair slowly. Her braids grazed her back as they swayed with her movements and the Princess looked at herself.

No makeup, no jewelry, just her and she smiled. The Princess slipped the bonnet over her hair and double checked to make sure her braids were all tucked in before she stood. As she toed off her shoes, she hurried over to her bed and snuggled into the plush cinnamon colored blankets. Tomorrow was going to be a long day and the Princess suddenly looked forward to it.

[coffeeandcalligraphy]

why did harrison try to drown lonan!?!?!?

Good question, I’m not really sure myself lol. I think it kind of just happens?? He’s mad at him for sure but also Lonan kind of tells him to do it?? This attempt happens AFTER Eliza’s so Lonan is in a weird headspace. This is the first time they’ve met back up after their breakup, after Body Back, Hallowed Bodies etc lol sooo it’s kind of intense! The backstory is: Lonan shows up in New York City shortly after Harrison goes on a self-destructive trip, but under the guise that he’s there to find his sister and not actually for Harrison. Excerpts under the cut so I don’t clog your feed!

This is how it starts (Harrison capsizes their boat):

Harrison shuffles forward until their knees touch. He reaches. He makes contact. He touches his skin. He touches an ear. He touches cheek. He touches eyes, fingerprints his irises, wrings the tears from his waterline, pulls his face by the jaw, cradling his land mammal. He is crying. They should both cry. They are both crying. Their own lake puddling in Harrison’s palm. Theirs as Harrison dips his free hand into the water. Theirs as he hushes Lonan’s writhing. Theirs as he christens him, the water gorging his eyes, his nose, his mouth. Theirs as he promises it will be okay. Theirs as he says he will get to know this stranger. Theirs as they promise to both regrow. Theirs as Harrison jerks the canoe. Theirs as they capsize. Theirs as they reunite in fizzing tide, caught in the river, both animals trapped in amber.

& this is the attempted drowning actually happening:

Suspended in water, Lonan was aquatic. Blue eyes turning into blue skin into blue lips into blue throat, chest, wrist. Shards of his sheared hair slung in sheathes of bubbles, his face blissfully marred by their movement. Blue collarbones, blue earlobe, blue shoulder blade, blue pinkie finger.

Harrison pulled him by the shirtsleeve before he could swim back to the surface, contorting them under the hex of the overturned boat. Him and the water a double team as they took Lonan by the shoulders and held him underwater, an insect stilled and ready to be inspected. Saltwater burned Harrison’s eyes as he stared, but that wasn’t a deterrent. If he only had a moment to look, he wanted it to be in stillness, in a place time unravels. Blue knuckles, blue abdomen, blue forearm, blue tibia.

When Harrison dragged them toward the six-inch gap between the water’s surface and the canoe’s dome, he held them both there, sheep and shepherd, slain and slaughterer. His hands cupped around his throat like butterfly wings, holding him there for safekeeping. Blue nose-bridge, blue sclera, blue cheekbone, blue teeth. He coughed water.

“You stopped practicing,” Harrison said as Lonan retched. He probed his nose through a line against Lonan’s scalp, the skin there blue, too. He parted the hair once more, but this time with his teeth, grinning, ungrinning. “You used to know how to hold your breath in your sleep.” Grinning, ungrinning. Lonan’s body rag-like and hollow. “This seems like a wasted opportunity.”

“Pull me under,” Lonan said, spitting water, his voice grating under pressure. He trembled, his limbs his betrayal, tremoloing in the waves.

And Harrison did. Dousing him by the shoulders and holding him under so only he floated in the miniscule gap of air, Lonan a sunken, thrashing speck. It was thrilling, holding a body in his hands, determining its fate. And equally as thrilling to hold it as he lulled Lonan back up and over his shoulder where he deflated, gasping. At first Lonan coughed, once, twice, heaving saltwater and saliva. But then a birdlike sound, compact but jittering, the wisp of a laugh, and Harrison couldn’t help but wonder if he was thrilled, too.

“Do you feel accomplished, Harrison?” Lonan asked, his teeth prattling like an accordion. His hand trailed up the tail of his jacket, scrawling along the soaked leather. Lonan shifted, his body dead weight nearly drowned. And there was the sound again, chirping, “You’re not the first person who’s tried to kill me this year. Congratulations.”

Harrison pushed him back under. The tips of Lonan’s hair barrelling under the water like roots. His scalp hot and missing patches of hair, so untidy, so unlike him. A little bird, wringing its wings, scared of the water and drowning in it anyway.

When Harrison next pulled him from the water, Lonan lolled into his shoulder. If Harrison didn’t hold him, he would’ve sunken. Disappeared into a brilliance of sand and kelp. They hummed together, their bodies so unused to, yet familiar, with the other. Lonan’s cheek pressed into the nook of Harrison’s collarbone. Harrison wringing seaweed from the nook behind Lonan’s neck.

[thecrowcern]

The life of Nanami Kento.

Summary

Nanami gets called in to Higuruma’s office, what could Nanami have done?

WC: 1.4k

CW: Hiromi/Nanami, Office Sex, Bottom Nanami, Top Hiromi, Anal, Creampie, No plot

(Originally posted to AO3, Link here)

“Nanamiiin~”

Gojo.

The blond man sighed, looking up to the door from the paperwork in front of him, “Yes, Satoru.”

“Hiromi-san needs you in his office,” Gojo smirked and Nanami feels his heart race. He wasn’t afraid of any retribution, he was a model employee, however, Nanami can’t deny that his superior was immensely attractive. Dark eyes somehow still filled with warmth and compassion for everyone around him. Hiromi was the only reason Nanami didn’t just quit and work at a bakery.

The walk towards Hiromi’s office always felt longer than it really was, Nanami’s heart was pounding in his chest, hands clammy and cold. Reaching for the door handle he was stunned when the door ripped open, and he was face to face with the object of his affection. “Oh! I thought Gojo ran off again and I was about to get you! Please come in,” Hiromi said with a warm smile.

Closing the door behind him Hiromi can’t help but devour the sight in front of him. Such a strong man blushing like a nervous high schooler, even behind those dark glasses and composed face Hiromi can tell Nanami is screaming internally. “Relax, take your coat off I won’t bite,” Hiromi chuckles, gesturing to the chair in front of his desk as he walks over to his minibar. Pouring scotch for the both of them he watched Nanami out of the corner of his eye, drooling slightly at the sight of his button-up straining against his broad chest.

“Here, you look like you need it,” He offered, Nanami took it with a shakey breathe, sipping the amber liquid gladly. “I wanted to talk to you about something, Nanami, nothing super serious I promise. I just wanted your opinion on something,” Hiromi sips his own drink as Nanami sits down, eyeing how the blonde’s legs spread as he relaxes. He wanted to pounce on him, grind against those thick thighs and make the man whimper beneath him.

“Of course, Hiromi-san, what’s the problem?”

“What do you think about employees dating each other?”

Nanami coughed, taking another sip of his drink before setting it down, “Uh, I don’t, really see it as any of my business, sir. But I don’t see it as a problem if their work is solid.” Hiromi nodded, finishing his drink before placing the glass on the desk. “I agree, and that leads to my second question,” suddenly Hiromi is straddling Nanami’s form, hand tangled in blond tresses as he holds the man's head in place. “How long are you going to pretend like you don’t want me to fuck your face?”

The words rang heavy in Nanami’s head, blood rushing to his cock and face as he looked up at his boss. His cheeks were tinted rose as the two of them stayed like this, staring into each other's eyes. “Speak.”

“Please fuck my throat sir.”

“Good boy.”

~~~

“Fuck, look at you Kento, fuck taking me so well,” Hiromi grunts as he holds Nanami against him, fucking into his throat as curly hair brushes Nanami’s nose. The man beneath him was in heaven, senses filled with the heavy musk of Hiromi, and his throat fucked sore by his cock. Nanami’s cock was strained against his pants, throbbing against the tight fabric but he dared not to touch it, too enraptured by finally watching his boss come undone by his hand. Hiromi’s grip tightened as he felt himself inch towards his end, eyes screwed tight as to not come undone. Nanami was having none of that, wrapping his arms around the man's legs to keep him in place as he swallowed around his thick cock.

“Fuck!” Hiromi bit his knuckle, groaning loudly as he humped the mans face, eyes crossing as he felt Nanami drink him down. Pulling back Hiromi caressed Nanami’s cheek, smearing droplets of cum against his plush lips. “Good boy, now strip,” Hiromi chuckled at the speed Nanami gets up, pulling down his slacks and boxers there's a noticeable dark spot in them. Nanami’s cock slapped against his stomach, throbbing with a prominent vein on the underside. Hiromi loosened his thigh as he gripped Nanami’s cock, smearing the precum around the weeping head, “Look at you, so pretty for me Nanami.”

The man in question could only whimper, gripping onto the desk for stability as he humps Hiromi’s hand. His head was fuzzy and with every pump of his cock he whimpered for more, for what he did not know.

Hiromi turned him around, bending him over the mahogany desk. Papers flutter to the ground as Nanami’s heated cheek presses against the cool wood. Reaching behind, Nanami wastes no time spreading himself for his superior. Whimpering at the hair brushing against his exposed entrance.

“P-please, Higuruma-san,” Nanami begs, so softly you could barely hear. Hiromi grins, gently kissing Nanami’s exposed cheek before pressing his tongue against him. Moaning at the musky smell and taste, Hiromi gripped his subordinates' hips. “H-Higu-Ahh~” Nanami couldn’t hold back the moans, the shameless want in his voice, how he kept pushing against Hiromi’s writhing tongue.

His cock hurt, hard and pulsing against the desk as Hiromi took his time to enjoy his meal. Wet and messy, Hiromi was already three fingers into Nanami when there was a knock at the door.

Pulling back begrudgingly, “What is it?”

“Hiromiiin!”

Gojo.

Nanami covered his mouth, biting into his palm as Hiromi kept stretching his hole. Jumping slightly when he felt something much cooler touch his ass. Lube? When did he grab lube? Nanami didn’t have much time to think as Hiromi stood up, jerking to the sight of his beloved and loyal employee. Panting and whimpering against his desk, clothes dishevel and eyes a beautiful haze of blue.

“Have you seen Nanamin? I haven’t seen him, has he gone home?” Gojo questions.

“He’s gone home.” Hiromi responds curtly, pressing the weeping head of his cock against Nanami. Licking his lips at how eager the man is to swallow his cock. Nanami pushes back, keeping his noises to a minimum when Hiromi accepts, thrusting his cock to the base.

“Is everything ok, Hiromi?” Gojo ponders and both men curse his existence. They know Gojo knows, and he’s going to be a cunt about it, “Gojo I swear to god.”

“Give me a week off and I’ll be-”

“Done”

And just as sudden Gojos quick steps can be heard fading into the distance. And with a loud grunt Hiromi sets his pace.

Brutal and precise, Hiromis nails bite into Nanami’s soft flesh, darken eyes focus on how his cock looks disappearing into such a nirvana. “So fucking good for me, Kento, so good for me, fuck you’re so tight~”

Hiromi couldn’t keep quiet, praising Nanami nonstop, and the blond man could only melt in it all. The friction of his cock against the desk was deliciously painful, causing tears to prick from Nanami’s pretty blue eyes. “Hi-Hiromi~ more, please more, you feel so good” Nanami moans and Hiromi is quick to pull the man closer. One arm wrapped around his middle while the other gently fondled his hardened cock. “Be-be mine. All mine. No one else’s, Kento,” Hiromi groans against the other man’s lips, inches away. Pants turn to unbridled moans, Hiromi jerks Nanami’s cock faster, shivering at how much tighter Nanami gets when he's overstimulated. While poor Nanami could barely keep his focus, melting into the abyss that was Hiromi's touch.

His mind grew blank, his mouth agape and tongue hanging from his kiss swollen lips. Nanami moaned sweetly for his superior, pushing back against the older man’s cock as his leaks cum against the desk. A brief thought of Hiromi making him lick the desk clean causes Nanami to cum again, ropes of cum splatter on the desk. Hiromi isn’t too far behind, using both hands to set Nanami’s pace. Grunting harshly against Nanami’s ear the younger man only squeals in delight, reveling in how small he feels. How it feels to be manhandled and fucked like he’s royalty.

Hiromi holds Nanami down as he cums. Humping frantically against the other man, Hiromi bites down into Nanami’s shoulder. Barely muffling his own loud moans as he feels his cum drip down his legs. Hiromi collapses onto the man below him, leaving soft kisses against every mark he’s made on Nanami’s neck.

[t3anks]

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[magnificent-sultana]

Servants, attendants, and ladies in waiting- Kalbimin Sultani, Moon Embracing the Sun, Muhtesem Yuzyil: Kosem, Muhtesem Yuzyil and The Tudors

[kosemsultanim]

Kalbimin Sultanı | Episode 5

M: “So you got used to the palace, is that so?” A: “Yes, my Sultan. Every single day this place becomes more like home.” M: “Good. And what else? ‘It’s impossible not to be affected by my greatness and character.’ Is that so?” A: “Well... Who wouldn’t be affected by our Sultan?” M: “I’m asking your thoughts not the other ones.” A: “Well... Your Grace! You were going to teach me calligraphy. I guess you forgot about it.” M: “Don’t change the matter, Anna.”

[subskywalker]

Inspired by @glare-gryphon fic Negotiation, brought you by an episode of Criminal Minds and Hannibal bc I was rewatching them today. Also inspired by the song I Found by Amber Run.

It goes like this:

There's coffee stains on the crime reports in his hand as he looks theough the glass window. Heart beating loudly in chest, and thinks 5 years, it had been 5 years since he last saw him.

Sitting there, handcuffed to the table is Kenobi, calm and not giving anything away.

His hair and beard are longer, he notes absentmindedly.

He sees him like this and he wonders how he hadn't seen it.

He remembers the scar he gave him with the knife, he had always preferred knives as his weapons-it was more intimate that way, and the whispered apology against his cheek. He remembers the sound of a gun be shot and Obi-Wan getting hit. He remembers the conversation they once had,

'Would I still love you if you killed someone?'

'You would.'

And it continues like this:

Its a game they play sometimes, wondering about all the different ways they might have met. They're laying on the couch, Anakin's back pressed against Obi-Wan's chest and tv on in the background as the crime scenes photos lay on the coffee table.

"Have you ever thought about all the ways we could have met?"

Obi-Wan traces a finger along Anakin's cheek, it's slow, gentle-sharp contrast of what he usually isn't. He's still and his heartbeat is steady and Obi-Wan wonders what Anakin would do if he knew that the same hands touching him were the ones of a killer.

"Sometimes, do you?"

He humms and says, "Yeah," and he leans back with eyes closed, "I'm glad I got to meet you here."

Obi-Wan buries his face in his hair.

"I think you'd love me in any and in every universe we were in."

He gets up a goes to the kitchen and asks, "Would I love you if you were a killer?"

And he considers it, "I think, you would hate me, but you would still love me."

And the thing is, Anakin would hate him. He looks at the grotesque photos lying on the coffee table and he looks back at Anakin whose making himse another pot of coffee.

He'd still love him.

And he smiles at him as he talks about what happened with Padme and Bail at the statiom. Not for the first time Obi-Wan thinks to himself, 'You'd understand, you'd forgive me.'

Because the thing about Anakin is that he's always been a little bit half in love with killer he's chasing. Because the thing about Obi-Wan is he's been a little bit half in love with the detective chasing him.

It's a game they play as Anakin and Obi-Wan, and it's also a game they play as detective and killer.

Its like this:

It's a question that's been in the back of his mind since he got released from the hospital. Since he testified against him at his trial. It's one he asks himself every time he sees his scar in the mirror.

"Why didn't you kill me?" He asks before he has time to bury the question.

Obi-Wan looks up at him and there's something in his eyes that Anakin can't place. He smiles at him and raises an eyebrow.

"Would you have liked me to?"

Yes. No. Maybe. There were different answers he thought of and he still didn't which one he would have preferred. It wouldn't have made a difference either way, he thinks.

"Dear one, there isn't a universe where I could ever bring myself to kill you."

Anakin looks aways from and he can hear the smirk in his voice.

"I think I would hurt you though," He looks Anakin in the eye, gaze calculating like he knows every single he's ever tried to hide. Anakin looks down at the pictures of the crime scene and he looks back Kenobi brought back as he says, "Would you have preferred that?"

"I would have preferred not meeting you at all, Kenobi."

It was a lie and they both knew it.

'Would I still love you if you killed someone?'

'You would.'

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Dating Billy Butcher Would Include...

Request: Hello there! Can I please request some headcanons about dating Billy Butcher (The Boys), please? Thank you so much!!

Oooh yay my first the Boys request! Of course I can my sweets! Just an FYI to anyone reading that at this point in time I’m only on season one (although I managed to see some spoilers about Lenny so I thought I’d throw a bit of that in too), so sorry if this is a bit OOC!

Warning: slight NSFW, swearing. strong language, mentions of drinking, mentions of nightmares and mentions of injuries!

(I do not own The Boys or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @supeshunter.)

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Billy Butcher is... well, he’s Billy Butcher, ain’t he? Even though he looks like a man with an incredibly tough exterior, and even though he’ll try his damn hardest to convince you that his interior is even worse, there’s a stubborn but beating heart in there. Lying behind all those layers of trauma, and fury; between the hurt and fear lies so much bleeding love for you that Billy Butcher has no idea how to cope with it at all.

He’s 100% the type of man to force you to wear his lovely and grimy trench coat when the two of you decide to brave out into the streets of New York. Because he’s so, so suspicious of everyone that even fringes his line of sight, he keeps his sunglasses on but shuffles off his coat as soon as you’re out the door and wraps it tight around your shoulders. He only grunts in satisfaction when you look like a dormouse peeking out from the flimsy material that smells so much of ale, ash, and a hint of amber toffee. He tucks you against his hip before he starts walking, snaking an arm underneath the side of the coat and spreading his fingers protectively over your hip as he begins spouting off about his newest reason to hate the Supes.

You spend far too much of your time standing between Billy Butcher’s knees, cradling his face between the brackets of your arms as you patch up his face after a fight. He’s a touchy - but also surprisingly sweet dumbass, and so usually just a chest-rumbling, throaty groan is the only warning you’ll have before he pulls you down. His hands position your thighs until they’re securely wrapped around his jean-clad hips, thumbs digging into your pelvis as he positions you onto his lap. Every time you try to ignore the feeling of his fingers squeezing into your skin, or the way he tries to tease you by groaning and moving up his legs until they brush more impatiently against you, he always manages to bring your attention right back to him. Even though you’re trying your best to thread a needle and stop his face from pouring scarlet all over the sofa, he keeps nipping your fingers with his teeth and chasing your hands with his lips, until eventually he grows too impatient and just straight up hitches you up. Even though you’re laughing at this point and thumping the hard back of his shoulder to try and get him to stop, you’re more than delighted when you can feel your back hit the wall and his left knee come up to keep your bottom lifted up in the air against his waistline.

‘Hey, you pull that stich on your lips, I’m going to shove the needle up your ass until it pokes out your mouth, and you can fix it then yourself.’

‘Is ‘at a threat, love, or a promise?’

Poor Hughie has to awkwardly scramble away from the two of you so often. So many times lmao the poor man. He’ll come home late after his date at the bowling alley with Annie, having been kind enough to pick up some takeout and actually get Butcher to eat something that isn’t popcorn or bagged sweets. He stops dead in his tracks and inhales sharply when he spots the broad expanse of Billy’s back pressed up against you in the living room, his hands leaving bruises against your side as he holds you up to the cracking wall. Your giggles ring out every time you feel the brush of his beard against your pulse point; every time you feel his wet tongue run out pridefully over the hickeys he’s leaving against your neck, or the surprising plushness of his lips as they map out a careful trail from the dip of your neck down towards your collar bone, grounding himself against you with each kiss. Even the sound of the door slamming and Hughie’s footsteps running away isn’t enough to shame him into stopping anytime soon.

(The beard rashes are 100% worth it - he’s so intoxicating and body worshipping its crazy.)

The two of you often go out for drinks after a long day of work at a nearby pub, and also to get a break from Frenchie and Mother Milk talking shite to each other at the safe house. It’s the happiest he can ever remember himself feeling. Although he’s not massively into public PDA, he does like to hold your hand over the table, just so he can ground himself by rubbing his thumb over his knuckles and remind himself that you’re truly alright. When he gets a little tipsier, he keeps on leaning over his bar stool and kissing your temples with a dopey, love-struck grin on his face - looking over at you from the side of his eye as if he’s still in disbelief that somehow, after everything he’s lost, he could still end up the luckiest man in the world.

You do have to stop him from snarling and nearly snapping at any person who tries to look too fervently your way though.

‘Eyes off, Sir Cuntalot.’

Billy, you can’t keep calling Hughie that, he’s your best friend. Also he just wanted to know if we wanted some nachos.’

Whenever you call him out just... cue *indistinct grumbling noises and reluctant acceptance*, because he doesn’t want to fight with you. 

He wakes up a lot during the night. The man basically never slept before he met you. Although he can get to sleep - mainly through the feel of your head resting heavily on his chest, and by gazing down at you with the milky moonlight reflecting a softness that he’ll never let escape through his harsh cracks during the day, he’ll always be awake again in a couple of hours. Although he’s so gentle when he tries to roll your arm off him and back down onto the mattress, it only take a few minutes for the cold to hit and for you to wake up. When you see him sitting up on the edge of the bed, doubled over as if the world was crushing an unbearable weight upon his shoulders and head heaving in his hands, it only takes you a second to slide over to him. You wrap your arms around his chest, locking tight around his arms as you lean over his back and swing your legs to sit beside his own, knowing he’s had another nightmare about Lenny. Although he finds it hard to fully let go and just allow himself to weep out all the regret, he does finally give in to the hand that cups the side of his cheek and falls down to half-lie on your shoulder. You just stay there, soothingly stroking circles against the freckles of his back as you wait for the sniffling to slow.

If you stroll out to grab some cereal in the morning wearing one of Butcher’s Hawaiian t-shirts that he left in a heap on the bedroom floor... well, let’s just say that Mother’s Milk gets really disgruntled when Billy pounces on you and immediately tries to tear it off.

But my dude... when he looks at you... that look in his eyes. That devotion, that awe, the soft features and smile that tickles his lips. You constantly catch him leaning against the wall during meetings, looking over at you while other members of the Boys are talking, with his arms crossed over his chest and a smile bright enough to melt steel - like you’re the most important thing in the world. And to him, you are. That’s one thing he’s not afraid to admit.

But in the end, my man sees himself as just a ball of resentment and regret. He’s terrified that he’s allowed himself to so comfortably fall into this, to slip into love so easily again, because he’s a lost cause. He can’t bear to lose you too, to drag you down into the depths of hell he's so exquisitely managed to saunter into, and so he battles with his own demons every day because he knows in his gut that this is worth it. Loving you, is worth everything. You are worth fighting every bit of evil in the world for, and so he decides, after the first date, that he’s never going to give this up. The Supes will have to cut his cold, dead heart out of his chest in order to tear it away from your possession.