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could you perchance do a part two to the yuu getting sold to the highest bidder? like how would that characters treat them if they actually get them? sorry if this doesnt make sence!! but thank uu!! ^_^

more than happy to! <3 I'm writing this as a follow up/pt. 2 to this post but if you'd like something different don't be shy! I love getting requests

summary: joining their dorms + wearing the uniforms (for some). a proper ending to this type of post: short fics characters: trey, cater, leona, rook, idia, lilia, malleus additional info: yuu is gender neutral, rook is weird, both fem and masc french words are used during rook's part but reader is still gn, I need to replay book 2 to get leona's voice down, Idia being fun to write, maybe a little ooc

If you thought it was bad before, the news that Malleus intended to marry you made everything about twenty times more chaotic. Bids were upped to insurmountable sums, rumors were spread like the plague, fights were raging through campus as the deadline to donate approached. Even Crowley was starting to feel a little antsy, despite all of the brand new amenities he had already ordered for his office.

Finally, the day came. The announcement was held in the courtyard, where just about any student who had stakes in the matter had shirked whatever after-school responsibilities they had to gather. The prefect themselves was nowhere to be found, though only few noticed their absence.

"Maybe it'll be nice," you say to your direbeast companion, the both of you tucked away in a dark corner at Ramshackle.

"It'll definitely beat living in this dump. You think they got good food in Diasomnia?" Grim murmurs.

You grimace. "Uh... sure. I can't imagine they wouldn't, right?"

Crowley clears his throat, pulling a thin, delicate envelope out of his coat pocket while the crowd eagerly watches on. He takes his sweet time opening it, much to everyone's utter dismay, and when he finally withdraws the contents the entire courtyard falls quiet enough to hear a pin drop.

"And our winner is..."

Trey and Cater's Ending

"Cater Diamond and Trey Clover!"

Everyone stops dead and turns to the back of the crowd. There's a certain sense of unity that, for a brief moment, everyone can feel in the form of a single thought: Them, of all people?

Cater, ever the people-person, can already tell what's on everyone's minds. "What can I say? I run a mean social media campaign. I had some sick infographics,"

Trey can only smile and shrug at the growing disdain coming from the other students, most of which from his own housewarden, who is s currently turning a lovely shade of crimson.

"...Right. Well, the prefect will be ready for you shortly," Crowley says, folding the envelope and setting it back in his pocket. "I trust your housewarden will help you sort out the details."

Riddle looks more like he's about to start throttling them.

"Nah, it's cool. We got this," Cater smiles, though he's only half paying attention as he posts an update to Magicam. "The prefect is in great hands. Right, guys?"

Ace and Deuce shrug. Not the best outcome, not the worst, and either way it's still their friend coming to stay with them. Riddle is gritting his teeth so hard you could practically hear them grinding from Ramshackle.

"Was anyone going to tell me you two had pitched in, as well? Or was it a surprise?"

Trey smiles, almost nervously. "Well-"

"We were only giving the dorm a better chance. It's basic statistics- more Heartslabyul names in the hat, more of a chance one of us will be drawn, y'know?" Cater beams. "No disrespect, of course."

"None whatsoever," Riddle hisses back.

---

"And you're sure he's not really mad?" you ask, trailing behind the two third years.

It had been almost an hour since you'd updated your Magicam feed and read the announcement firsthand, but the shock is still wearing off.

Cater scoffs. "Whaaaat? No, he's totally cool about it,"

"Well. Now he is, anyway," Trey murmurs back. "But he certainly won't kick you out. As long as you're in the dorm uniform, you're one of us. He's just upset we went behind his back."

"...Understandable,"

Cater holds the door open for you, letting you inside to see a precariously placed mannequin with a dorm uniform in your size already on it. You hate to admit it, but it's lovely.

"Riddle had one ready. You know, just in case," Trey says, gesturing you forward. "And don't worry, we'll all be taking it easy on you while you adjust."

You run your fingers down the durable fabric. "Hm. Thanks,"

"You should get changed, I need a post to commemorate the moment," Cater says, beaming. "And I kindaaaa want to rub it in for everyone else who lost out on the best giveaway ever."

Leona's Ending

"Leona Kingscholar! Please... be responsible. Ruggie, I hope you'll keep an eye out for the prefect,"

Ruggie rolls his eyes but doesn't say anything. Leona, who had been absent-mindedly picking his teeth before the big announcement, flashes a big smirk to the audience while swaggering to the front of it.

"Well, well. Look who's come in first place, after all. What, didn't think I'd bother to try?"

Vil grimaces, crossing his arms. "Is there a point to this?"

"Obviously. I'm showing off," he rolls his eyes. "I guess I'll be seeing the rest of you lot around my territory a lot more, then?"

He snickers and then disappears back inside the building. Ruggie can only shrug at the disgruntled crowd before tailing after him.

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"Well, that felt nice," Leona sighs, stretching out on one of the lounge chairs. "Pity that I couldn't see the lizard's reaction, but I'm sure we'll get to that eventually."

You're sitting at the table across from him, playing cards with a very invested Ruggie. You raise an eyebrow. "Who?"

"Malleus," Ruggie mutters, shuffling his cards around in his hand.

"It's never a party without him, right? He was probably off cowering somewhere with his tail behind his legs," Leona chuckles, picking his teeth again. "But everyone else's faces just about made up for it."

"Whatever," Ruggie grumbles. "I'm all in."

Though you're not exactly invested in the game anymore. You set down your cards, much to Ruggie's dismay, and stand over Leona with your hands on your hips.

"I hope you know that I won't be one of your errand runners for you. I've done enough of that with Crowley,"

He pauses, sharp eyes scanning you over. "You certainly know how to rain on someone's parade,"

"This is not a parade. This is my sanity we're talking about,"

"Tch. And what're you gonna do? Run away?" Leona rolls his eyes. "Hide in the jungle? Maybe you can take Ruggie with you and make it a party!"

"Hey, leave me out of this," the aforementioned says, shuffling the deck.

You stand your ground, though you don't know what else to say. Eventually, Leona sighs.

"Fine. I won't make you do anything you don't want to if you're just going to whine about it,"

He pauses, and a small smirk crosses his face. "But you'll at least have to wear the uniform. I need the satisfaction of seeing the look on everyone else's faces."

You smile triumphantly, and sit back down across from Ruggie for another round while Leona watches on, pretending not to care about the game.

It could be better, but it could also be worse.

Plus, something about that smile of his let on more than just a little self-satisfaction.

This could definitely be interesting...

Rook's Ending

"...Ah. Rook Hunt!" Crowley says, folding the paper back in his pocket and leaning down to whisper to Azul in the front row. "Tell the prefect I said good luck."

At the heart of the crowd, Vil turns to Rook, hands on his hips. "Rook..."

"Ah, magnifique! How happy I am, my heart could weep for joy!" he says, completely ignoring whatever disappointed comment Vil was about to unleash. "I must run to my prize at once, there's not a moment to lose!"

Vil grimaces as Rook bounds off into the school, moving so swiftly that he cuts through the crowd of confused (and mildly concerned) students like an arrow.

As always, Rook is genuine with his words- he truly feels as if his own heart is about to leap out of his chest and race him towards Ramshackle.

What a chance, what an opportunity! Not only to be close to someone he has his own private fan club for, but to truly, finally possess beauty in physical form. He would display you on a shelf if it were feasible.

The idea so overwhelms him with joy that you barely had time to ask what was going on before you suddenly found yourself sitting beside him in the Pomefiore lounge as he smooths out the crinkles in your new uniform.

He murmurs under his breath, kneeling before you while inspecting the uniform. "Magnifique, joli, belle, quelle beauté, une rose parfaite..."

...Leaving you in a torn state of embarrassment and shyness. You look across the room to Vil for help, and he rolls his eyes.

"I coulda get used 'ta this!" Grim shouts, lounging on a nearby silk pillow with a mouthfull of pâté. Two freshman are tediously brushing his fur with the nicest set of combs you've ever seen.

"Comfortable?" You ask, only a little sarcastic.

"Uh-huh! Ya know, when I found out the winner was Rook, of all people, I was a little worried. But this is way nicer than collecting dust in Ramshackle!"

You couldn't have said it better yourself.

Rook smiles. "Tsk, tsk. I would never let anyone harm a single hair on your precious head,"

The question is directed to Grim, but he looks straight at you when he says it. "Like a delicate porcelain doll, I will handle you with the utmost care,"

You're not exactly sure what you had been envisioning- maybe he'd release you on a remote island and hunt you for sport?- but this had far exceeded any of your expectations.

Though his gaze is as unsettling as ever, and any hopes of personal space are gone out the ornate glass windows, his usual guarded demeanor had softened just the tiniest bit.

It was unnerving. But nice, in a way.

"Mon trickster, this is just the beginning for us. We have many shining days ahead, and I plan on spending every beautiful breath of them with you. Do you hunt?"

"Oh, sevens," Vil murmurs.

Unfortunately for Vil, Rook's smile is contagious and you can't help encouraging him. Just this once. "Not usually, no,"

"A merveilleuse opportunity! I will teach you all I have learned, then. Ah, this reminds me of a poem I wrote for this exact occasion!"

He may or may not be watching you sleep tonight. Hopefully you're the kind of person who can live with that.

Idia's Ending

LOL. Normies.

Look at them, crowding around like a bunch of sheep. As if anyone has a real chance. SMH.

I knew it was pointless to begin with, but getting into Crowley's banking account and seeing the bids... now I feel lame for even trying at all.

That money could've gone to some new parts. I've been itching to build another PC...

The door flies open, slamming against the wall behind it so loudly that even if Idia wasn't completely absorbed in watching the announcement on his biggest monitor, he would've jumped anyway.

He whirls around in his chair, wide-eyed and shaking like a prey animal, expecting to see some high level boss or classic horror game antag waiting for him.

Instead, it's Ortho. "Idy! You'll never believe-"

"Geez, Ortho, you nearly killed me. And I don't have any extra lives this time," Idia says, spinning back around to face his screen. "Something wrong?"

"Actually, I have some really great news! Wanna guess what it is?"

Idia grumbles, powering off his computer. "Nah, not in the mood,"

Ortho's brow furrows as he catches a fleeting glimpse of the camera feed playing over his brother's screen before it flickers to black. "You've been watching the announcement on the courtyard cam footage?"

"No! I mean- well, I was just curious," Idia says. "I watched for like two minutes. Who even cares about this thing, anyway?"

"Well-"

"I mean, it was a game over from the start. Taking on the highest level bosses at our school with my measly stats? Forget it,"

"But Idia-"

"Who even cares where the prefect ends up, anyway? I doubt they'd wanna be trapped in a basement like this for all eternity,"

"Idia!" Ortho shouts, loud enough to shake his brother from his ensuing pity party. Idia can only stare as he moves to the side, revealing a rather surprised looking you, dressed in the dorm uniform, behind him.

"Idia, you won!"

And then he dies.

That's what he thinks, anyway. Really, Idia goes into a state of complete shock and blacks out so hard that, for a moment, the blinding light shining through his eyelids feels like the light at the end of the tunnel.

"Is he okay?" you ask, tentatively watching as Ortho clicks off the small light he'd been shining in his brother's eyes.

"He's displaying symptoms of a panic attack. Don't worry, he gets them quite frequently,"

A distant groaning pulls the both of you back into the present moment and you watch Idia slowly rise.

"His heart rate has steadied to 70 BPM," Ortho says. You raise an eyebrow. "That's normal. Idia, can you hear us?"

He takes a long moment to respond.

"This isn't real. I'm sleep-deprived from my last speed run and now I'm hallucinating. There's no way,"

You look between the two brothers. This hasn't exactly gotten off to a stellar start.

"Your vitals are normal, although you're lacking Vitamin C. Might I suggest having a fruit cup while we talk?" Ortho asks. Idia shakes his head. "Yuu? Snack?"

"I could go for something,"

Ortho hovers out of the room, leaving the two of you alone. You're too nervous (or is he too nervous?) to ask to sit, so you stand over him while he practically rocks back and forth. His face is so red and hot with embarrassment you could cook an egg on it.

"Um..."

He mumbles back. "Just pretend I'm not here. IK you probably wanted one of those epic SSR students to pull you, I don't blame you for being disappointed,"

He talks so fast and quiet it's hard to make out what he's saying... but you get the gist of it.

"Hey, don't put words in my mouth. This is a hell of a lot better than it could have been,"

He seems to genuinely consider your words for a moment before you're interrupted by Ortho coming back with snacks.

Idia is back on high alert the second he's returned. "This doesn't make sense. I got into Crowley's online bank info and saw all the bids, I wasn't even close to the top five. How?"

"Oh, easy!" Ortho chirps. "I simply rewired funds from Crowley's bank account to up your offer!"

"You... took money out of his account and sent it back to him?"

"Clever," you murmur.

Idia grumbles. "I guess that's not technically stealing... fine. But why? I thought I told you not to bother!"

"My user intel indicates that the prefect is very popular amongst the student body. Their top three descriptors are helpful, kind, and friendly! I thought you two might be able to practice your social skills together... Perhaps you could show them around the dorm as a starting point?"

You turn around to look at Idia, who's sheet-white. Nonetheless... he sighs and stands, muttering a quick "Let's get this over with,"

You watch, as still as stone, as he stops in the doorway and turns to look at you from over his shoulder, his face and hair a pleasant shade of pink.

"Well? Are you coming?"

Lilia's Ending

"And our winner... is... hm. I don't even remember seeing this one in the pile," Crowley grumbles, scratching his head under his hat. "Um, Lilia Vanrouge!"

Silver is the first to look at him. "Fa-Lilia, I thought we talked about this,"

Lilia, currently hovering in the shade of one of the courtyard's signature apple trees, simply shrugs. As if it were the most normal thing in the world.

"Oh, we did. I really thought about what you said, about the prefect's freedom, and I decided that you're right! But how could I guarantee their safety from everyone else?"

Silver groans (which turns into a yawn) and Lilia puts on his best cute look as everyone else in the audience turns to him.

Crowley clears his throat. "The prefect will be ready for your-"

"Oh, no need! Thank you, though," he says, and then disappears into the building.

---

You've been distracting yourself by counting cobwebs for far too long, as evident by your headache and the taste of dust on your tongue.

You turn to look at Grim. "Should be over by now. I'm surprised I haven't heard anything yet,"

"Surprised, you say?"

No matter how many times he does that, you're never quite prepared.

You jump, nearly hitting your head against the table you'd been taking refuge under. Grim yowls, clawing into your sleeve (and just barely missing the tender flesh on your arm, thank goodness), and you both stare at the fae ahead of you.

Lilia is sitting on the table, hanging his head upside down and staring right at you. Grim mumbles.

"Don't even tell me. I'm out!"

Lilia waves him goodbye as he makes a swift exit, and then turns back to you.

"I have a secret. Wanna guess?"

You're a little curious (aren't you always when it comes to him?) but that isn't enough to overpower your rising dread.

"No,"

"Aw. Really? I'm sure you'll like it,"

"Definitely not, then,"

He slinks off the table and lies on the floor, cupping his face in his palms and kicking his legs back and forth.

It would be amusing if you weren't so sure of what he's about to say.

"Well, despite your best efforts, I'm not surprised at all. But Malleus couldn't even come here to get me himself?" you sigh.

Lilia tilts his head to the side. "Now, why would he do that?"

There's something written within the margins of his tone that makes your eyes lower at him. Something he's keeping from you.

"...Well... he did win, didn't he?"

"Oh, my. You were hoping for Malleus to win? Now I'm sure we both feel silly,"

You raise an eyebrow. "Hoping is... a strong word. But I was expecting it, yes. So he didn't win?"

"No, dear, Malleus is not the winner,"

"Then... who is?"

Lilia gives you a sweet, self-satisfied grin, his fangs glinting. "You're looking at him,"

Ah.

If there's one thing Lilia Vanrouge is good at, it's surprising you. No matter how stoic you act, no matter how clever you are, he always manages to catch you off guard.

This might take the cake, though.

"I didn't even know-"

"No. Initially, I wasn't going to. But Silver and I... we had a long talk about valuing your freedom and independence, and thus I so valiantly threw myself into the flames to save you from becoming someone's slave," he pauses to smile. "Chivalrous, yes?"

"...Charming," you mutter. "But what was that thing about-"

"Oh, yes. Don't worry, you'll be treated as any other student at Diasomnia. In fact, I'm sure we already have some uniforms in your size!"

"This is... quite the turn of events,"

"Ah, isn't it? I haven't felt this elated in... well... a long time," he grins. "Come along, now. I plan on treating you to a hearty welcome dinner!"

You can only grimace at that.

Malleus' Ending

During all of the confusion, the fighting, the rumors that shook the school, no one, again, had remembered to invite Malleus Draconia to the announcement.

Not that it mattered. Not this time.

One knock at Ramshackle's creaky door and you were suddenly in the depths of the forest around the school, admiring a crumbled stone structure.

"What was it?" you ask, turning to your walking companion.

Malleus smiles slightly. "I believe it was a wall. Fascinating, no? Since you have inhabited Ramshackle, I come here when I want to be alone,"

Ah, right. You'd almost forgotten that you'd made a home out of his ruins of preference.

Ramshackle was in a much better state than this, though. At least you had four walls and a roof over your head.

"Are you alone a lot these days?" you ask, rather absent-mindedly for such a heavy topic.

You're well aware of the answer already. No, of course not. Malleus is constantly surrounded, whether that be his friends, personal guard, mentors...

"Yes,"

Oh.

"I'm... sorry to hear that," it's all you can think to say.

Fae don't seem to know the conventions of human small talk. Or maybe that's just him. Not that you mind. "What about Silver, and Sebek, and Lilia...?"

"Fine companions," he crosses his arms. "I owe them a debt of gratitude. But being physically surrounded does not amount to closeness."

Oddly profound.

You can't help but relate, thinking back to everyone you know. Even with good intentions, they're still out there, bartering over your life.

"I'm glad you came and got me," you say, breaking the tense silence. "I was afraid you'd gone to that... announcement thing."

He raises an eyebrow. "The what?"

"...Never mind. I guess my point was that I've been feeling a little lonely lately, myself,"

Malleus is quiet for a moment, staring directly ahead at the mess of stones and moss that once made up a sturdy wall. Now crumbled, scattered across the ground.

And the, he smiles.

"Well, there is a solution to this trouble of ours. But I'd need your consent,"

What exactly is he getting at? You raise an eyebrow. "Go on,"

"I've been so preoccupied with the formalities that I haven't had the chance to ask you properly, yet. Lilia suggested I might have more success this way,"

He pauses, and then smiles. "I would like us to marry. Does this agree with you?"

You thought you might be stunned. Speechless, even. But the answer comes so naturally.

"Yes, it does,"

#twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #malleus enjoyers this goes out to you. and rook being weird enjoyers (me)#cater diamond x reader #trey clover x reader #leona kingscholar x reader #rook hunt x reader #idia shroud x reader #lilia vanrouge x reader #malleus draconia x reader #the varying lengths of these... RIP. sorry everyone

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evermoresqueiswriting · 1 month

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the great war

To that bloodshed, crimson clover Uh-huh, the worst was over My hand was the one you reached for All throughout the Great War Always remember Uh-huh, we're burned for better I vowed I would always be yours 'Cause we survived the Great War - The Great War, Midnights (3am Edition) - Taylor Swift

Series summary – Your summer vacation plans in New York did not include your mother leaving you in the middle of nowhere in the hands of the wine god, but it did for her. You were ready to act like a bitch about the whole thing, but then something, or rather someone, happened. Clarisse La Rue. For a few months, it was pure happiness and fun.

It was quickly replaced with fear, anxiety and doom with the war against Kronos. Everything else had to be put on pause, like your silly platonic dates with Clarisse, replaced with strategy meetings. Because she clearly had her priorities, and it wasn’t your developing relationship.

Happiness never lasts long in the lives of heroes, very few to none were met with a happy ending. Why would a bunch of kids be the exception?

Warnings: fluff, tooth rotting fluff at the beginning, and then hopefully heavy angst hehe

Paring: clarisse la rue x f!reader

CHAPTERS LIST

enchanted: meeting clarisse la rue at camp, and trying your best to befriend her

dance the night: barbie date and a personal invitation from clarisse you can't refuse

riptide: going on the camp's field trip to olympus because clarisse asked you to, meeting your father and clarisse's father and also, there are new updates from camp - luke gone, and percy's arrival

seven: happens during the events of sea of monsters… to be updated!

#clarisse la rue x y/n #clarisse la rue x reader #clarisse la rue fluff #clarisse la rue fanfic #clarisse la rue x you #clarisse la rue pjo

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syoddeye · 4 months

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sy's fic list

Updated 2024/04/26

Check the tags before reading. +18 over.

ongoing long/multiple part fics

business or pleasure 📈 - ongoing - Price x f!Reader the warren 🌲 - ongoing- Price x f!Reader spoils 🔒 - ongoing - Poly!141 x transmasc!Reader [darkfic]

completed long/multiple part fics

useless 🎭 - completed - Price x f!Reader siphon 💦 - completed - Price x f!Reader [darkfic] for the record 🎵 - completed - Price x f!Reader

misc / one shots / headcanons

50 & 100 word fics

kicking around in my brain 🧠

crimson and clover - kate laswell x wife, rivals to lovers california dreamin' - hitchhiker!gaz x reader, dark fic where we're heading - ghost x reader oneshot smut exclusive - price x reader, ex-bf oneshot smut like i'm winning it - bodyguard!simon x client's lover!reader

#fic list

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mybelovednick · 29 days

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CRIMSON AND CLOVER, HONEY

Nick x male!character Angst Fluff/comfort Hurt/comfort Smut(mild)

Summary

Nick Sturniolo is a Bookstore owner in a small town in Northern Italy. He is known for his beauty and mystery. Whereas, Vayu Arora is an elementary school teacher who is a frequent customer at Nick's Store. Both of them meet and Vayu realises that beyond that charming smile and kind eyes, there is a deep-seated sorrow inside Nick that he wants to figure out.

Excerpt:-

The words we exchange, the touch we share, the emotions we experience, the way we live and love, the way we hate - it all comes together to form our stories. The boy with the beautiful smile has a story intertwined with mine, it is not all the bad parts, there are parts that I am grateful for. These stories make us who we are, shape our thoughts and in turn, merge with our souls.

CHAPTERS

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

[to be updated]

#sturniolo triplets #nick sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #chris sturniolo #nicksturniolo #matt sturniolo #rant #fanfiction #fanfic #my fic #nick sturniolo x reader #nick sturniolo fanfic

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tempestuous-lush · 7 months

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At some point coming up, as a big fuck you to Clay and a means of showing the club what is his while also placating a pissed off Trouble, Jax will be dragging her into this room and making a ✨pretty little mess✨of her on this table.

#crimson & clover #crimson & clover update #jax x trouble

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gasolinerainbowpuddles · 6 months

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🎃 𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕥𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 🎃║ ⒸⓄⓁⓁⒺⒸⓉⒾⓄⓃⓈ

**Jan 2024 udpate: I WILL be finishing these prompts over the coming months. Spooky szn 4eva, late girl supremacy, etc etc.** **Feb 2024 update: I will be posting these in little blocks until all 31 prompts are completed :)**

|| main masterlist ||

︶꒦꒷ 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟛 ꒷꒦︶

1. A Real Challenge Dom!Max Phillips x Pet!Reader || 1.7k || prompt: sex toys

2. A Lesson in Blackmailing Joel Miller x FEDRA!Comandante Veracruz || 973 || prompt: frottage

3. Working Overtime Maxwell Lord x fem!reader || 769 || prompt: rimming, fingering, handjob

4. Egg-cellent Assembly splorgimum!Mr. Ben x reader || 1.4k || prompt: oviposition/egglaying

5. Sitting Pretty sub!Joel x dom!OC/reader || 864 || prompt: body worship (mouth), face sitting/ face fucking

6. When the Gallow-Grass Gives Silva x male!reader || 2.8k || prompt: leash and collar

7. Oblivious Joel x reader || 1k || prompt: somnophilia

8. The Due Rewards of Our Deeds sub!Joel x dom!OC/reader || 1.2k || prompt: chastity

9. A Halloween Prop-posal neighbor!Joel x haunted house organizer!neighbor || 3.2k || prompt: sex-for-service

10. Bunny Frankie Morales x fem!reader || 718 || prompt: anal sex

11. Shorn Ezra x fem!reader || 1.1k || prompt: body hair/shaving

12. Show Me sub!Joel x dom!OC/reader || 4k || prompt: role reversal

13. In the Aviary Ezra x established relationship reader || 529 || prompt: wrist/arm restraints

14. Birthday Wishes Maxwell Lord x fem!OC/reader x m!OC Shawn || 3.6k || prompt: uniform

15. Prudent Joel x fem!reader || 1.6k || prompt: boot worship

16. Static Joel x fem!reader || 1k || prompt: movement restriction

17. Tinseltown Triple Dieter Bravo x Ezra x Frankie Morales || 1.2k || prompt: dirty talking

18. Crimson and Clover Javi G x menstruating!reader || 1.9k || prompt: bloodplay

19. Ivory Cage Frankie x reader || 680 || prompt: biting/scratching

20. Late Bloomer Joel Miller x virgin!fem!reader || 828 || prompt: thigh fucking 21. Twelve Hand Symphony Javi G. x masseuse staff || 1.1k || prompt: anonymous sex

22. Mine monster!Joel Miller x soulmate!f!reader || 2.2k || prompt: true monsters

23. ‧⁺˚*･༓☾ 24. ‧⁺˚*･༓☾ 25. ‧⁺˚*･༓☾ 26. ‧⁺˚*･༓☾ 27. ‧⁺˚*･༓☾ 28. ‧⁺˚*･༓☾ 29. ‧⁺˚*･༓☾ 30. ‧⁺˚*･༓☾ 31. ‧⁺˚*･༓☾

#kinktober #kinktober masterlist

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staceymcgillicuddy · 4 months

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annual writing self-evaluation

Thanks to @astorytotellyourfriends for the tag - I didn't do this last year!

1. List of works published this year (in the order that they were posted):

If She Lived in Space, Man, I'd Build A Plane crimson & clover pulling overtime model citizen; zero discipline what you give just serves me right two jack trippers and a chrissy perception check all my kinktober fills a hollow tree

2. Work you are most proud of (and why):

Gosh, that's hard. I'm proud of all of them for different reasons, and I have issues with all of them for different reasons. I guess I would say "what you give just serves me right" makes me happy, and was something I had to push myself to do, but I was pleased with how it turned out in the end.

3. Work you are least proud of (and why):

I hate that I have two fics out that I haven't updated in ages! I am not proud of that! And there are a few things in all of them that I'd tweak.

4. A favorite excerpt of your writing:

Oh golly. Alright, from a hollow tree, which was my Halloween fic featuring Lilith!succubus!Chrissy:

Fog slips into the van when he opens the door. A mist so thick it’s disorienting as he drops to the ground, and the shape of a girl forms itself out of the gloom.

5. Share or describe a favorite comment you received:

Almost every single regular commenter on Soul makes my heart sing and my panties drop, and I'm so sorry my brain is being stupid right now.

6. A time when writing was really, really hard:

Right goddamn now. It's like squeezing blood from a fucking stone, and I have no idea why, but everything comes out strained and blechy and I hate it, and I refuse to inflict it on anyone else so I'll just sit like a lump, churning out crap and never showing it to anyone.

7. A scene or character that you wrote that surprised you:

Genuinely did not think that I would get so into the Hopper/Chrissy/Eddie dynamic as I did when I wrote it as a crackship as part of kinktober. But, like, I could get DOWN with that shit.

Also, Hellcheerington surprised me. Oh, and writing Eddie's dad for Soul was weirdly cathartic? I was determined to make him a person and not a collection of cliches, which was easier said than done. I think I got there, in the end. Hope so, anyway!

8. How did you grow as a writer this year:

I didn't, I fucking regressed. Or, no, not really. I pushed myself a bit, tried to get sharper and cleaner with some prose. Read some theory books, worked on my rhetorical devices, forced myself to kill a couple darlings along the way (but not all the darlings, god damn it).

I also published a book, so yay?

9. How do you hope to grow next year:

I'd like to get back to writing original fiction. I've been in a slump with that, too, because it doesn't have the instantaneous feedback that fanfic does. I want to split my time between fic and pro writing stuff, and I want to be very realistic about how much mental energy my real job takes up. When I used to write like a madwoman, I didn't have the role I currently do, which is a senior project manager leading a team, working mostly with executive-level staff. Don't get me wrong, my job pisses me off a lot, and stresses me out, too, but it pays well and we live in a shithole of a society where money matters in the grand scheme of things.

So, like, I guess I hope to grow as a writer in writing even when my brain doesn't want me to, or it doesn't feel great to do so.

10. Who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer or beta or cheerleader or muse etc etc):

Freaking Shirley Jackson, man. That bitch can write.

11. Anything in your real life show up in your writing this year:

I'm always putting kinky shit I see or experience at the bdsm club into my fic. I am as God made me.

12. Any new wisdom you can share with other writers:

Everything is made up and the points don't matter. Stop comparing yourself to other authors. Turn off stats on your AO3. Write what you fucking want and quit worrying if other people are going to like it.

13. Any new projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year:

I'm going to be so, so glad when Soul is done because I love it so much but it is also the millstone around my neck.

14. Tag three writers/artists whose answers you’d like to read:

@binickandros, @pipergirl17 and @phoenixwrites please!

#ask meme #writing #personal #bsc diaries #i rambled a lot up there #thank u for reading if u got this far #gentle forehead kisses for you

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updated 01/10/23

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We’re Burned For Better - Prologue

Aemond Targaryen x Aelora Velaryon

Prologue

A/N - Please read the prologue, it is necessary in understanding elements of the rest of the story.

If you had read my Aemond imagine called Doomsday, you will recognize similarities in this fic, especially in the prologue. I promise, however, that besides this chapter, it will be much more expanded on and different from Doomsday. Major plot points will be changed, previously written scenes will be changed. So if you read something you recognize, don’t skip it, and also try not to connect it to Doomsday. However, I will be reusing some elements that I think work really well.

Also, for anyone wondering, I most likely will make a part two to Doomsday, which will be up at some point on Tumblr and Ao3, all the same username. I will also continue to answer requests. My @ is in_my_feels_probably on Wattpad and Ao3, and in-my-feels probably on Tumblr.

Please, do not read my fic if you think any of the following will trigger you. I will include as many tags and trigger warnings as I can in the beginning, but this is your pre warning that this fic will deal with the following: mentions and allusions to sex, potential smut, swearing, depression and suicide, character death, miscarriage, trauma, toxic relationships, Targaryen incest, violence, and gore.

At the beginning of hard chapters, I’ll include any warnings I can at the top in an author’s note. Please, let me know if I missed any triggers. If you’d rather read something shorter and a little more lighthearted, but with familiar plotlines, read Doomsday.

If I have nothing too important to say, the author's notes will be at the bottom of the chapters.

I am asking that you don’t translate or upload my fic anywhere else without my permission, but if you mention it anywhere, let me know on Wattpad or Tumblr, I’d love to see.

With that said, that’s all I have left important to explain beforehand. I will try and update as regularly as I can. If you have any questions, comments, or feedback, feel free to comment or message me and let me know. I really hope you enjoy it!

Now presenting…the Prologue for We’re Burned For Better

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Anya Taylor Joy as AELORA VELARYON, biological daughter of RHAENYRA TARGARYEN and SER HARWIN STRONG.

Adoptive daughter of SER LAENOR VELARYON, accepted as his own by DAEMON TARGARYEN.

Twin sister to JACAERYS VELARYON, kin to the BLACKS.

Lover to AEMOND TARGARYEN.

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- The Great War -

My knuckles were bruised like violets

Sucker punching walls, cursed you as I sleep-talked

Spineless in my tomb of silence

Tore your banners down, took the battle underground

And maybe it was ego swinging

Maybe it was her

Flashes of the battle come back to me in a blur

All that bloodshed, crimson clover

Sweet dream was over

My hand was the one you reached for

All throughout the Great War

Always remember

Tears on the letter

I vowed not to cry anymore

If we survived the Great War

You drew up some good faith treaties

I drew curtains closed, drank my poison all alone

You said I have to trust more freely

But diesel is desire, you were playing with fire

And maybe it's the past that's talking

Screaming from the crypt

Telling me to punish you for things you never did

So I justified it

All that bloodshed, crimson clover

The bombs were close and

My hand was the one you reached for

All throughout the Great War

Always remember

The burning embers

I vowed not to fight anymore

If we survived the Great War

It turned into something bigger

Somewhere in the haze, got a sense I'd been betrayed

Your finger on my hair pin triggers

Soldier down on that icy ground

Looked up at me with honor and truth

Broken and blue, so I called off the troops

That was the night I nearly lost you

I really thought I lost you

We can plant a memory garden

Say a solemn prayer, place a poppy in my hair

There's no morning glory, it was war, it wasn't fair

And we will never go back

To that bloodshed, crimson clover

The worst was over

My hand was the one you reached for

All throughout the Great War

Always remember

We're burned for better

I vowed I would always be yours

'Cause we survived the Great War

I would always be yours

'Cause we survived the Great War

I vowed I would always be yours

—

Aelora Velaryon’s relationship with her family was most certainly an interesting one.

Being the sole daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen, she had many eyes on her. Especially because she was the only one of Rhaenyra’s eldest children that resembled her Mother’s looks. Rhaenyra did eventually have children with Daemon that got the Targaryen features, but for a time, Aelora was the only one.

Which was particularly odd, considering she was twins with Jacaerys, who looked nothing like her. Aelora did, however, have her Father’s eyes. She liked to think it was the one special thing that connected her to her true Father, Ser Harwin Strong, now that he was gone.

Many speculated that Aelora was a child from another, that Rhaneyra took in as her own. Others suspected that she was the only true child she had with Laenor Velaryon. There were even whispers of her being a reincarnation of past rulers, including Queen Rhaenys.

Aelora’s parents never addressed the silly claims, only ever raising her as a Targaryen and a Velaryon. She was told to hold her head up high, just as her Mother did.

Growing up in King’s Landing, there wasn’t much Aelora particularly enjoyed doing. The city wasn’t to her taste. Her brothers and her uncles regularly trained, which she occasionally looked in on to fill the time, but she hardly ever joined herself.

Being Rhaenyra’s daughter, and the supposed daughter of Laenor, there was a certain expectation that she train alongside her brothers as well.

However, her family had lots to say about it, especially Aegon. To avoid the harassment, Ser Harwin offered to train her one on one. Ser Criston, biased towards her uncles, made training a very unpleasant experience, and Ser Harwin took it upon himself to make sure she received the same training as her brothers did. Aelora suspected her Mother had something to do with it, but Ser Harwin never made it seem like he was acting on her request. He was always kind to Aelora, which was one of the few perks to living in the capital.

Occasionally, Aemond would join in on training with Aelora. Her relationship growing up with Aemond was interesting, to say the least. One of the other few perks of living in the city. As children, they bonded over the fact that neither of them had dragons, despite both being given dragon eggs when they were born. They never hatched, which Aegon enjoyed taunting them both to no end about.

Aelora’s brothers weren’t as cruel, but they joked with her as well, as young boys tend to do. Jacaerys, her twin brother, often tried to console her about it. Sometimes, he’d let her fly with him on his dragon, Vermax, who seemed to sense how close she was with his rider.

As nice as Jace would try to be, he also lived to tease her, as any brother would.

“You’ll have a dragon one day,” he told her. “Besides, it’s only fair, Aelora. You got the silver hair. You're the spitting image of Mother.”

She scoffed, playfully rolling her eyes at him. “I’ll trade you for a dragon.”

“Then who would keep Aemond company while the rest of us are out flying?”

Jaecerys was extremely protective of his sister. Despite her technically being the older one of the two, born minutes before him, he always treated her like a little sister. Sometimes, she had to remind him that that wasn’t the case.

Jace could see the way Aemond looked at Aelora, and he was irritated, to put it mildly. He was as hard headed and stubborn as a dragon, and decided that humiliating Aemond in front of Aelora would persuade her to change her mind.

Aelora remembered the day her brothers and uncle decided it would be funny to tell Aemond they had found him a dragon, and instead brought a pig with parchment wings glued to its back out of the dragon pit. His Mother told him to forget his incessant obsession over having a dragon, but he just couldn’t let it go.

Aelora found him that evening, stalking around in the courtyard, pouting. When he heard her approach, he sniffled and quickly wiped under his eyes, but he knew she had caught him crying. She told him there was no shame in it, and that he did not have to hide that part of himself to her.

She had sat down, patting the spot on the ground next to her. He relented, taking his place beside her. They sat in comfortable silence, something they often did together. Aemond was never a man of many words, but he was especially quiet in times like this.

“We will have dragons one day, Aemond. I know it. It does no good to dwell on it now. Don’t give them the satisfaction of seeing your tears. Tell me you know that.”

He turned to her, offering a small smile. “I know.”

He didn’t really believe it himself, but somehow, he knew she was right. Aelora was never able to lie to him, and so he knew she was only ever speaking the truth. And if she believed, he believed it too. Her faith was good enough for him.

Aemond was always good at comforting Aelora, too.

When she heard news of Ser Harwins death, she was nearly inconsolable. While she understood the rumors involving her family, and she knew in her heart that there was great potential for the man to be her Father, she publicly grieved anyway.

Aemond threatened to take the tongue of any man who teased her about it.

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As Aelora got older, she saw less and less of Aemond. The night Lucerys took Aemond’s eye, defending his brother and Daemon’s daughters, she didn’t exactly take his side. If there was one thing she was, it was loyal to her family. As much as she loved Aemond, she wouldn’t take his side if she knew in her heart that he was wrong. She had told him how she thought him claiming Vhagar was unfair, and that it wasn’t his right to do so. Still, that made it no easier to see him hurt, and permanently scarred. She knew it would leave him vulnerable to torment.

That night, Alicent attacked Aelora’s own Mother.

An eye for an eye.

Aelora wasn’t having it. Just as fierce and brave as her mother, she stood in front of Luke and Jace, trying her best to protect them. Rhaenyra took a knife for it, and it was the final blow that wedged its way into the middle of the family, dividing the two sides.

The Greens and the Blacks.

Alicent wouldn’t allow her sons to be around Aelora’s brothers for longer than absolutely necessary. By association, this included Aelora too. In her later years, she came to understand why Alicent did all that she did. She just wanted her family safe, and she did what she could with the cards she was dealt. But that didn’t mean that Aelora was happy about it, and she spent what little time she had left in the city trying to make amends with Aemond.

Surprisingly, he wasn’t that upset. The night he was hurt, she had snuck to see him. Aelora profusely apologized, swearing that she never meant for any of this to happen. He had stopped her, sounding much wiser than his age.

“I understand, Aelora. They’re your family. I would never ask you to give up your loyalty for me.”

If only he knew just how much she cared about him, and how she often worried that one day, she would be asked to give it up for him. She could never stomach the idea of truly letting him go.

At the time, she didn’t know what to say. He was being suspiciously kind, especially after all Aelora said to his mother in her brother's defense.

“It is a trade that I can bear, Aelora. An eye seems a small price for the largest dragon in the world. You were right in the end.”

“I really am sorry. I never meant for this to happen. I’m grateful you understand,” she muttered, gently taking his hand in hers. She slightly grinned. “And of course I was right, I always am. I’m happy for you. Truly. Maybe a bit jealous, but truly.”

—

The Black’s returned to Dragonstone, wanting to avoid future conflicts.

Within a fortnight, once Aelora had settled back home, Daemon heard rumors of a rogue dragon, hidden away off the coast of Dragonstone. Her description matched that of Meraxes, a dragon thought to be dead. The last to claim her was Queen Rhaenys, sister and wife of Aegon the Conqueror.

Meraxes was said to be even bigger than Vhagar, only second to Balerion, who had died years before. If it was true, and Meraxes really was alive, the Blacks had a chance to claim the biggest dragon in the world.

With all of her brothers having already claimed a dragon, and her still without one, Daemon decided she would be Aelora’s to claim, if she chose her.

Aelora was shocked when he told her, but she went with him willingly to the cave Meraxes supposedly dwelled in. She rode on the back of Caraxes, fighting the pit in her stomach as her feet left the ground. She had been on dragonback before, but to know the next time she’d mount a dragon that may be her own, it had her frazzled.

“I believe it’s time you had a dragon of your own, don’t you?”

“What if she doesn’t choose me? What if she isn’t even real?”

He shook his head, grinning at her. “She’s real. And she’ll be yours. I can feel it.”

When Aelora made it to the cave, Daemon walked with her as far as he could go. He stopped at the entrance, handing her a torch.

“It’s up to you now. Do me a favor, come out of there unharmed. I couldn’t handle your Mother’s wrath if I went and got her only daughter killed.”

“I’ll be alright. You don’t sound too worried, Kepa.”

Father.

He smiled, a genuine smile. “Go on.”

Once in the cave, it took Aelora a few minutes to get her bearings. She grew a little anxious, but swallowed her nerves, continuing on. She was going to do this for her family. She was going to do this for herself. Aelora let out a low hum, signaling anything inside of her presence. She walked for a little while longer, before she heard a low rumble, humming back to her.

Aelora turned the corner, and sure enough, there she was. Glowing gold eyes and silver scales. She was beautiful.

She sniffed the air, opening her mouth, a shrill roar coming from her throat. Heat filled the room as she widened her jaws, and Aelora could see the ball of fire at the back of her throat.

She held her hand out, calling out to her. “Kesan gaomagon ao daor ōdrikagon.”

I will do you no harm.

“Nyke iderēbagon ao, Merakses. Gaomagon ao iderēbagon nyke?”

I choose you, Meraxes. Do you choose me?

Meraxes hummed, inching closer to Aelora. She held her breath as her snout came inches from her face, her teeth bared. She looked up into her eyes as she narrowed hers at her, staying still.

Aelora took a breath, closing her eyes. She held a hand out straight in front of her.

“Iksi mēre isse keskydoso. Lentor.”

We are one in the same. Family.

Aelora opened her eyes as she felt her nudge her snout into her palm, her breath hot on her hand. she smiled, excitement bubbling in her chest.

“Good girl, Meraxes.”

“Ivestragī īlva jikagon ūndegon ñuha kepa, Meraxes. Rȳbagon naejot nyke.”

Let us go see my Father, Meraxes. Listen to me.

She climbed up her back, settling with her legs wrapped at the base of her neck. Aelora leaned forward, gripping the spikes along her spine.

“We’ll have to fit you for a saddle and reigns, my girl. Obey, now. Jikagon.”

Go.

She stood, racing for the entrance of the cave. Aelora grinned wide as she felt the wind through her hair, laughing as she breached the entrance. Meraxes soared into the sky, looping around the tops of the trees.

Aelora saw Daemon on the ground, cheering.

“Get Caraxes, Daemon! I’ll fly the rest of the way on my own,” she shouted down.

Aelora soared off towards Dragonstone, knowing Daemon wasn’t far behind. She couldn’t hide her smile as she flew up through the clouds, holding tight to Meraxes. When she finally reached Dragonstone, she landed atop the hill. She climbed down, walking around to face Meraxes.

“Jikagon, ñuha riña. Sōvegon. Ao gīmigon skori naejot māzigon arlī naejot nyke.”

Go, my girl. Fly. You know when to come back to me.

Aelora ran a hand along her cheek before stepping back, and Meraxes took off into the clouds. She waited for Daemon to return at the edge of the castle, and grinned as she saw him and Caraxes break through the clouds. He quickly dismounted, letting Caraxes go, before rushing over to her.

“My girl,” he said, pulling Aelora into a hug. “I knew she’d choose you.”

She smiled, hugging him back. “She’s incredible. I can’t believe it. Thank you for taking me.”

“No child of mine will be without a dragon. Come, let's show your Mother I brought you back in one piece.”

—

In the following years, Aelora spent most of her time with her family on Dragonstone.

After the disaster that was Alicent slicing Rhaenyra’s arm, Rhaenyra decided it was best they go back to Dragonstone. With Meraxes, Aelora would fly and visit King’s Landing, at least when her Mother gave her permission. But other than that, she didn’t see the city much.

Sometimes, Aemond would write letters to her. It warmed her heart to know he still thought of her. He had matured immensely since she left. Aelora heard tales of him, of the mysterious young Prince, rider of Vhagar, distinguished swordsman. It amused her to think of him in that light, when she could still remember beating him in duels as children and watching him complain to Ser Criston.

After the birth of Viserys, Rhaenyra’s youngest, she sent Aelora to King’s Landing to stay for a while. Rhaenyra understood how much Aelora missed her life there, despite never liking the city. She also understood that the family was walking on fragile grounds, the glass bound to shatter if something wasn’t done to ease the tension. Aelora seemed like the best option to send, and she at least would have some company in the city.

Aemond was there, Aelora’s best friend in the whole seven kingdoms. And Helaena, who Aelora spent most of her time with. She got along with Alicent, who immediately took her in and treated her like a daughter. Even Aegon, in his later years, also took a liking to Aelora, having a genuine respect for her. Reluctantly, she indulged him, hoping it would change him for the better.

While Aelora always had someone in her company in King’s Landing, she dearly missed her home. She had been in King’s Landing for months now, and missed the castle back home, as well as the sea, and her brothers. She missed her flights with Daemon, connecting with her Father in one of the easiest ways she knew how.

But most of all, Aelora missed her Mother, the one person in the world she could not bear to be without.

When Aelora received news of her Mother being with child again, she couldn’t bear to be away from her any longer.

Every few weeks, Aelora would fly to Dragonstone on Meraxes, spending a week at a time at home. Her family cherished this time with her. When the ache in her heart from missing her family would subside, she’d know it was time to return to King’s Landing again.

When Aelora’s grandsire, King Viserys, was said to be very ill, her Mother decided it was finally time to return to King's Landing.

It was good timing, since Rhaenyra would have the opportunity to introduce her youngest children to her Father, as well as inform him of the marriage pact between Aelora’s brothers and Daemon’s daughters. It was also an opportunity to challenge Vaemond for Driftmark, which Aelora’s Mother believed to be rightfully Lucerys’s. Rhaenys had a soft spot for Aelora, and a respect for Rhaenyra, and her family knew she would eventually back them all and vouch for them to the King.

When Aelora heard her family’s arrival was imminent, she began counting the days until she was back in their arms again.

—

A/N - I hope you enjoyed the prologue, let me know what you think!

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Masterlist #2 Updated 06/09/2023

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Fairy's Tale

A/n: Sorry for the long wait, I'm so busy with school ;-; i'll try to update more regularly.

Chapter 2: Crystal and Her

“No, I’m not. I’m just a traveler, that’s all” - (y/n) answered Leopold’s question.

This strike Fuegoleon’s interest a lot.

From their interaction and the way she speaks and reacts to his actions, Fuegoleon was sure that if she’s not a royalty then she must be a noble. There’s no way a simple commoner could behave in such a way as an upper class could. This made Fuegoleon very surprised. Where is she from? Why did she lies? Those are the questions running through his head at the moment. Yet, he did not ask a single one of them. He thinks she must have a reason to lie, at the same time, it could be quite dangerous if he let another Kingdom’s royalty roam freely in the Capital.

“Then, would you want a little tour of the Capital miss?” - Fuegoleon suggested, this is the perfect opportunity to figure out who this girl is and what is her intention here in the Clover Kingdom. That’s what Fuegoleon thought. But to other, the suggestion is a sign that the Magic Knight Captain took an interest in the mysterious girl.

“Would you not take a rest for the day brother?” - Leopold asks, not forgetting their reason to even enter the cafe.

“No need Leo, a walk around the Capital would be just as nice” - Fuegoleon said - “So, what do you think miss (y/n)?”

‘This is great. A free tour around, there’s no reason to decline’ - (y/n) thinks, completely unaware of the red head’s motive.

“That would be lovely”

“Hahaha ok then, I’ll leave you two to it. I’ll be continuing my patrol now” - Leopold said, waving at them before turning a corner to continue his duties.

The two started their tour around the Capital, the Magic Knight Captain asks (y/n) questions from time to time.

“Miss (y/n), may I ask where you came from?”- He asks, wanting to know more of her profile.

‘Ah shoot, I didn’t think this through’ - (y/n) panic a little - “How about you take a guest, Sir Vermillion?”

‘Smart’ - He thinks - “Huhm… well, from the way you dress, I would say somewhere hot.”

“Close, go on” - She encourages him, wanting him to just blur out a random name and she is just gonna agree with it.

“I’m not sure. There's a lot of Kingdom with hot weather. I don’t want to disrespect your orientation” - He dodged her trap completely. - ‘Now what are you gonna say’

‘Damn this guy. Come on, think. A country in the human world. It doesn’t have to be hot, I can come up with an excuse later’ - “Mali. I came from Mali”

“Oh is that so. You came from a very beautiful country indeed.” - Fuegoleon said - ‘Mali…I’ve never heard of this country before’

This went on as Fuegoleon kept asking more and more questions to know more about (y/n) reason of coming to the Capital and each time, (y/n) would avoid the question or just make up nonsense for answers.

‘This is not how I imagine the tour would be like’ - (y/n) cried inside.

Then, at the corner of her (e/c) eyes, she saw a shop, a crystal shop to be exact. Spotting how (y/n) keeps looking in that direction, Fuegoleon turns his head and a small shop greets his eyes. Thinking that maybe if she lets her guard down, he would be able to pull more information from her, Fuegoleon suggested:

“Would you like to visit that shop?” - He asked, leaning down slightly

“Would you mind?” - (y/n) said, genuinely wanting to go visit that shop. Unlike humans who think crystal is just a decoration, to fairies, crystal can be used as a decor, a healer, it’s a symbol in the Fairy’s Forest. That’s why (y/n) wanted to see what kind of crystal the humans have in store.

“Not at all.”

And with that, they headed to the store. In there, the floor and walls are all made of wood, there’s crystal everywhere. The shop owner spotted the Crimson Lion’s Captain and immediately jumped on the opportunity.

“My, my, what does the great Magic Knight Captain need in my humble shop?” - He says, trying to lick Fuegoleon’s boots.

“I’m here to accompany my friend” - He replies.

The shop owner turns his head and is greeted with a beautiful girl with (h/c) and (e/c). ‘This must be someone important if she’s a friend of a Royal’, thinks the shop owner. He thinks he must present whatever most of the people of wealth and status fancy, expensive and rare products. He takes out a small box with intricate details all over its surface.

“Well, it looks like you just got here at the perfect time, miss. What you see here is THE Fairy Crystal that the Fairy Queen blessed herself with!” - He said in a high tone.

‘My mother? What in the world? This must be a scam’ - (Y/n) said, already feel like leaving this place.

“Is this some kind of joke?” - (Y/n) asked deadpan.

“M-my Lady, why would you ask such a question! Who am I to even dare to trick you? Of course not! This crystal was blessed by the Fairy Queen herself, it can even bring good fortune too. I can guarantee you that!”- said the owner.

—

Knowing that is not true one bit as the Fairy Queen hasn’t blessed a single soul for thousands of years let alone crystals. And even if it is blessed by the Queen, there will be no chance of the artifact being sold in this store.

‘Is he trying to joke around? No. He’s trying to fool me into buying that thing. How unfortunate.’

“Is there something not to your liking, my Lady?” - Fuegoleon asks, noticing (y/n)’s change in behavior.

“Sir Vermillion…” - (y/n) trailed off. - “Do you perhaps have any kind of relation with the owner?”

“Hm? No, what made you ask that question, miss (y/n)?” - Fuegoleon asks not knowing what make (y/n) thinks that the two of them are related. If the owner is a Vermillion, there’s a high chance that he would know that the shop existed earlier today.

(y/n) gestures Fuegoleon to come closer. Him, understanding what she meant, leaned down with his arms now crossed across his chest.

“I think that the shop owner is trying to scam us” - she said with a serious tone.

Fuegoleon raised one of his brown.

“What makes you think so, miss (y/n)?” - he questions.

“I think it’s quite clear that that crystal was not blessed by the Fairy Queen, besides, it looks kinda dull, there’s nothing special about it except for its color. If I’m not wrong then it’s just a cheaper type crystal in a luxury box.” - she whispers in his ear, not wanting the owner to overheard them.

This took Fuegoleon by surprise.

‘She knows a lot about crystals’

‘Smart’

‘Is Mali a country that has a close connection with crystal?’

All of this runs through his head at the speed of light. All of this he can’t answer, but he knows for sure that (y/n)’s right about the scam.

“Hahaha, thank you Sir for the offer. I will send people over later.” - Fuegoleon said to the owner. His hand guiding (y/n) out of the shop. This make (y/n) feels so betrayed. Why does he want to send people over? Does he not believe her? What? Whyyy??

After escorting a confused (y/n) out of the shop. Taking in what had just happened, (y/n) snapped, creating more distance between the two of them. Facing the redhead, (y/n) browns slightly scrunched together, her eyes are staring holes through the man’s face. Cold sweats lightly drip down Fuegoleon’s forehead. It looks like he’s trying to come up with something, some kind of excuse.

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